heisenberg.

don't
talk about now
now is a million butterflies
that are already gone
i prefer to sit silent and feel
them floating away

don't
look for them ahead
they've gone and moulted
and turned into locusts
their future is loud and touchy
and out of focus

don't
leave your head in the past
there was no past
give me the exact positions
of all the particles in the universe
their speeds and directions

I will tell you nothing.