Tuning Forks

The multiverse is a tuning fork—
Its stages of resonance unfold for me.
A ting of immortality echoes for me; this inkling of the future is stubborn.
It still resists a loveless intention I do not fear. An amplitude of answers
is all the energy I need. Physics and Ibsen,
this complex frequency
intertwined the passions.
Eerie contingency thundered
louder than ever, a numbing firework. Lovesick and colorful, an emotional
harp in my head played on in the name of science. The strings are tinged with
my blood; I will remain reactive.

Every ultrasonic sound will strike me
with the lightening of enlightenment
by the time I reconfigure this reality. These open hands received a pile of
quantum questions. A ripple in spacetime was made—wrinkling the fabric
I can hear several silver bells chiming
through objective truths.
They barge through cruel noise
with grace and my concerns are diminuendos.
Audible autonomy exists for the sake of entropy and madness. Something
invisible listens to my irregular rhythm in the midst of this reverberation;
the mystery is ringing wild—