The Quantum Lock That Binds Us
The Quantum Lock That Binds Us
The Quantum Lock That Binds Us
by Sean Lynch
Blackbeard came right up to me while I was standing in lineoutside a concert on Spring Garden streetand said he walked all the waythere from an imaginary mountainin Voorhees, New Jersey, coincidentally the townwhere I was born and where I know there's only flatness and woods, said he needed money to buy a shovel,wanted to trade a bouquet of dead flowers for a few dollars with me, out of all the people in line to see the band, and, I stared straight ahead like he was a ghost, to be frisked for knives and listen to forget the pirate I abandoned, a man who looked like he fell off the Ben Franklin bridgeinto the dark Delaware water, fell and followedan invisible trail out of the river without any liquidon his skin, and I, a no one he chose for a reason,scoffed at him, had the audible nerve to forsakeadventure, to dismiss a living god standing before meso I could ignore my own search for what I've lost,when Blackbeard's treasure still remains hiddenunder earth along a landlocked state whereno one would think it would be, how cleverof him to bind his gold to a place and timeno one could conceive of, and how ignorantof me to assume that this mythical manwas merely a modern panhandler.About:
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