Wheeler’s self-mirroring U,
It goes on while it goes on,
While you watch it going on.
So long as you watch, it is
The universe that made you,
The universe that exists.
Without you all bets are off.
A Steller’s jay fluffs and squawks
At wrens and red-winged blackbirds.
Roll up the window, roll up.
Black holes record all of this.
Let them be forced to exist.
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