Consciousness knows itself well to be a quantum.

She made a home in the hard side of entropy
And made all things across the cleft inimical.

She gave herself character and color,
and the universe flowed into my room
stopped in that familiar shape
and then rushed back out,
to other destinies

Across the universe.

There, on my death bed
Becoming fully severed from this state
I was like a ligand undergoing conformational change
And I dissociated into previously unseen dimensions.

Suddenly, it all made sense
Only in a way I could not see before
Being so confined to my body and its singular destiny
And I transitioned into a new brain

And the signal continued its path.