Go, going, gone Someone like me right next to me Black is white universal multiplicity Thinking of worlds like bodies of water Closer and they liquify as the data dries Go, going, gone The particle steam is a wave it seems Springing to life alternative things When it breaks free the package arrives Sunk to the current of the current tide Classical things even superstrings Need the movement of data to make them sing Back and forth like a telephone The world at its face is a contiguous data space