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NEWS FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
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I almost spilled my coffee today
And perhaps in an alternative universe
I did spill my coffee
All over this notebook
Turning this poem into a soggy mess
Unreadable
So you would not be reading it right now
You would be doing something else
Which means that my reality is impacting yours
And the "something else" you might be doing
Could impact others, including me
A spiraling loop of our intermingled realities
The Dance of Existing in this reality or another
The dance floor might change
But the Dancer dances on to the music
Of the spheres
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