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Locks and Keys
(I'm feeling busy)
Having locked myself
out of my apartment,
I pondered
the illusion of solidity.
If scientists are right,
if atoms are just
mostly empty space,
why can't I
walk through walls
or rearrange my emptiness
into a thinness
that could slip
under the door? Or why,
at least, can't I
through telepathy,
teleport the keys
into my hand?
How can these
mostly empty walls impede
the grasp of my thoughts?
Could I, individually,
break the agreement on solidity
and move
the quantum idea of me
anywhere at thought speed?
Would creation come undone
if this could be achieved
by me, or by anyone,
or by us all?
Or could this be creation's
next step: a permeability
of boundaries between things,
between dimensions?
Can such be our destiny,
but also a magick the gods withhold
until we become a race
that no longer needs
locks and keys?
(from Near the Ragged Edge of Earth
by Kellia Ramares, 2006)
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