There is many bubbles.
Maybe they touch,
Or maybe that’d spell trouble.
I don’t know much,
But I know navigating through space is tough enough
Without trying to force spheres to cuddle up -
Just so I can time travel,
Inflating balloons, hoping no pop comes,
As they pass through each other -
Bringing two points together -
Just so I can exist in one and the other.
Would I be my complete self, I wonder,
Should I find myself doubled over?
Or might my physical be stationed
In one piece of time and space
And my mind, consciousness relocated -
That I may claim data, visuals -
Bring them back to my future -
A kind of merger of two nows,
To forge an outcome different
To the fated one.
…And, then, what happens to the aborted intended?
Does another me pick up where I left off?
Unknown to us both.
The continuum settled at no extra cost.
Or will I have just stolen bricks from another’s path?
Might that leave gaps,
Holes for my doppelgänger to fall through?
Could that mean slices of a third I’s life
Must then be substituted for the number two’s?
Where does it stop,
This flamming of the cosmic clock?
Maybe it goes on and on infinitely,
Energy applied to a fractal framework,
Having similar but more drastic repercussions
For each being, each reality it encounters -
Progressing through dimensions endless.
Maybe it’s dangerous to even think of this,
My mind might hide its own multiverse,
Reality, I’m unaware of and
Consequently, effecting with such thinking -
Causing supernova, black holes to form,
Destroying galaxy clusters,
Setting in motion
Further consequential destruction.
Something to ponder on,
Mind blowing, the potential effect
Of causing matter to divert from course,
A result of a simple experiment in thought.