This poem said all you ever wanted to know br Described the state after death br Had the answers to every paradox and more br Gave all the details of every lottery result br In this universe and the next and the next…. br This verse did exist in multiversal context br And all it said was not fixed br Like a box of infinite scrabble bits in a box br Until with a mouse you just clicked on the screen br And like Shrodinger’s cat br You found I am here alive in my flat. br br But the thing is you see br They say it’s not me br Until you look and observe it’s a fact br Seems to me, well, it’s like writing poetry br Until you look it’s just a potential choreography br Of letters all dancing and free br And as you look you can see this poem from me? br But formed from your looking you see br Not the one with a cat in a flat.