My Cat The Physicist

  
I remember the thousand
afternoons
with her
made
so obviously
from star dust and rivers
and the tallgrass
of Texas

when she meowed
I did hear the mischievy
of the Big Bang
you know
the thing hearing itself as itself
you
me
these are words you’re reading
right now
in this place in time

I guess you’re on a planet
but it’s possible a space vessel
or
in the plasma of a supernova

information as matter
and matter as information
the Pinky Da Principle

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