Stand in this curved space.
Words flow around you,
their source unrevealed.
Whose voice? Familiar,
yet changed. A whisper.
It is possible to split
a beam of pure light,
to refract and reflect
two paired photons
in opposite directions.
No matter how far apart,
even on opposite sides
of the known universe,
they remain entangled,
mirroring each other.
When I was younger,
I sought the secret
of dreaming—how
to control the dream. Now,
I seek only the entrance.
