new realities
Herb Kauderer
in the core
of an L-5 habitat
a group gathers
to share fanfare
inside a sensor glove
a hand squeezes
& somewhere
tachyons respond
another hand strums air
the room is filled
with guitar chords
the band plays
without strings
or brass or drums
without even gravity
offering celebration
for a new settlement
two solar systems away
distant cousins
touched only
inside quantum entangled
cyberspaces
adjusting to new realities
with old melodies
