Speak to the uproar,
but listen for the hush.

What happens is nothing happens.
The Page-Wootters mechanism.

Dead flies on the sill
of the stained glass window.

This is the line that lies.

The Hawking radiation of the soul.
The poetry of the falsified is.

Some people believe.
Most only believe they do.

The crowd taints the loneliness.

Each and every poem
argues its own metaphysics.