On Isolated Events

There was a state of confusion,

this is pre-chaos theory. I went to the mirror

and looked at my reflection for a while.

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I saw a wave function, probabilities, no point.

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There was a tool carved from stone. Neat etchings.

The grinding stayed in my ears for days. I was grateful

for the sound.

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Night called. We met. It began to rain.

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I learned how to quicken the reaction rate,

you know, between the experience, the event,

and the action.