There are some

There are some

Who say

If there are no absolutes

Nothing really matters.

A multiverse of possibilities

Is heaven sent

To the excuser

What is an atrocity here

An intentional act there

When somewhere

There is potential

For everything to be true.

It’s a theory

You say

I say yeah

But what is the point

Of a decision

If we have a different outcome

Every time.

I am both and…

Am I finite

Or unlimited

Fixed or fixated

Where is my

Place of meaning

Perhaps I am bound

By demarcation

It benefits my sanity

To remain

Open to the possibility

Of personal responsibility.

In my philosophy

The thought

Behind the action

Creates the reality

Its effect

Can be repetitious

Rippling outward

A tsunami

Of probabilities.

Not quite in imitation

But an echo,

In reverberation

I am a simulacrum.

What happened

To the original

Is a question

To be asked

Will I be free to act

Or are we all

Just prisoners

Of conscience.

Predetermined to act

In concert

Multiple portrayals

In representation

Of some other

Undisclosed

Supreme

Bona fide character

Playing silly games with our hearts.