Thin threads of particles exert influence individually
move planets collectively.

I grasp the air and
return with nothing.

Theories and postulations abound
to define and bring forth what is missing

what is unknown, what we assume.

I imagine them not stainless
steel cylinders, smooth

and reflective like calm water
but tiny trees with spindly

limbs and leaves that vibrate
at the slightest wind.

Each branch with many nodes,
fuzzy rules and observations

come into play, the choice we see
predates what we thought and the

game of chaos stretches the
limits of what we call chance.


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