BOLTZMANN'S BRAIN

When I am dead, you shall not

mourn me nor remember me;

for you perish with my last thought,

sink to that vacuum of possibilities

from which I briefly emerged,

Boltzmann's Brain, imagining

this universe and the rest -

you on this sphere of dust,

and all the love and hate and fear

and hope I felt in my imagination

until I knew what lay

beyond my mind: The void.

You shall not mourn me,

you shall not remember me,

for you are a shard of myself

I gave an illusion of separation

in my self-creation on the ruins

of whatever long dead cosmos

birthed me to solitarily face...

myself, the Alpha and Omega;

in my cell of thought even now I doubt,

I the guard and architect and prisoner

of my vast solitude, the Protean

truth I perceive and declare.

24.05.2020