Musings on Quantum Entanglement across Time
So if the grammar of the universe
Requires speaking in two different tenses
Of things that met -and haven’t yet- our senses
Then who is it and when that writes this verse?
Sometimes we’ll find delight and sometimes pain
But if -entangled with ourselves- we act
As whether both were just the same in fact
When would our mad self be, and when the sane?
Or must the books of truth shift in their shelves
To cope with an infection out of time
Until each moment is the same, a rhyme
Prionic twin of past and future selves?
It would be better if the world did not
Speak thus, and spared us such a boring lot