Someone like me right next to me
Black is white universal multiplicity
Thinking of worlds like bodies of water
Closer and they liquify as the data dries
Go, going, gone
The particle steam is a wave it seems
Springing to life alternative things
When it breaks free the package arrives
Sunk to the current of the current tide
Classical things even superstrings
Need the movement of data to make them sing
Back and forth like a telephone
The world at its face is a contiguous data space