I stand on the beach and my presence there collapses the state.
All possible features decohere into a single trait.
But from out on the waves the whole shore is just a shimmering line,
it traces out worlds that can exist only as undefined.
They call through the wind and it calms me down to know they exist.
For everything wrong I'll find a place where it will all get fixed.
Eventually I'll ride on a wave that takes me back to the shore
and as I approach I make out details that weren't there before.
They come at the price of the things that could've been there in their stead,
so after a while I wade back out to keep them all in my head.
But of all of these worlds I just need the one with you by my side.
I've still gotta surf now and again to keep the rest alive.
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