testing the multiverse theory
though the sun shines bright
there is no warmth to be found
not in deed or word or thought
the air turbid and cold to the touch
like the winter warlock himself
this world is oddly familiar
resembling places I’ve imagined
or envisioned in waking dreams
like a lost forest frozen in time
silvery trees taller than skyscrapers
many times I’ve climbed to the top
meticulous like the caterpillar
alone but at peace and determined
exercising thought into action
inescapably free falling through space
december two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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