Inhabiting a state Where all may be true, I live in the fullness of experience. Then, I believe — And my world shrinks. Experience fades to remembrance And I am left With a story only. Now I forget the infinite thoughts in superposition, Swirling clouds of virtual potential; I have been pressed into a position By the penetrating observer: another or my self? Social gravity Cultural magnetism My chosen story Have gripped me, and I have collapsed into a single certain state.But I forget That I was once a wave of possibility And so were you; And I imagine that I chose this life, this Particular stance, And so did you. And we are now two points Entangled in our opposition, Always having been Fundamentally different. Because we have forgotten That we did not choose ourselves That our true nature is not logic but paradox That beneath the appearance of solid Matters of fact You and I Are a function of a wavering world.