—For Hugh Everett

 

Will be Spacehorse when you do not say strangehorse

A wild unplace there’s no doomsday or danse

Macabre reaching beyond seventh-sealed

Graves & no

No-see-ums to swat as they suck

All that chaliced luck no twelfth

Of never

Rivals who buck

Not a single man

Hightailing a flame                 of space

Grimcrack that no one sets loose

Whistling into that gargantuan

Darkhorseness       to nearly

                     & neatly

          Vamoose

All to never quite get there

Because nothing ever arrives in or at

Spacehorse so far from your thinking

That this on Earth is how things work

In outer space

Strangely

& it is not

Why you should leave

For the MultiHorseVerse it’s not a last

Resort

To grasp

Via rocket or fear or Copenhagenist math

Nothing in Spacehorse is clear or quite

Adds up & I regret this

Not one bit how

Spacehorsewaves do not fall

Or fail

But bifurcate each

& every SuperSpacePositionHorse—

                        

                                                                                  & when we said

Horse! Love! Never! Dies!                       we meant every

Starhorse is quite fine

Being neither

Both dead

& alive

There’s no divorcehorse of “the horse” in Spacehorse

No making strangehorse unless it’s their exosphere

Engulfing

All your earthjejune fundamental

Forces all your low-grade & crummy wave

Functions collapsing are all sorts

Of quantum gunk

In our MultiHorseVerseFunk

Where one world is enough

& also diverging off-course

So that EveryHorse happens entirely

As its own source oh imagine

Such

Boundless

CoHorseExistance                                     say

A sliver here exists on your planet for I have split

Within Highland cattle whose Starhorse alien elders

Mixed a prick of yak horn & everyday

Moss

Rootless&

Spiraling

Its rough scales to remora

Savannah trees where I’m straddling perhaps

Two more of me                   splitting off

Even more

SpaceIcelandicHorse descendants

With magnificent curves

In my thorns no

I’ll have none

Of this one-

World

Sorrow

Somewhere in Spacehorse

Hugh & I meet in an endless

Field of Vegetable Icelandic Horned Equus oh imagine

Imagine what we would be all that

SpaceYakHorse Photosynthesis

Growing

So much

Planet             imagine all that

Quantum & classic reaching                a new you even           

Out of every mane-splinter every tölting                    & neigh

           -thrashing

                                             We                 We                We