The Almost Empty Rooms

The Almost Empty Rooms
in Really, Really, Really, Really Weird Stories

Manipulate and rearrange the sequences
I redirect chains of events, cause and effect
minor shift proliferates non-linear
Across the gaps of probability

The flapping wings of butterflies
Shall cause a storm of suffering
paradox of measurement
My interference changed the end
Complex networks surrounding me
Caught in endless recursiveness

Every attempt to avert the end
Doomed 'cause it precedes the fact
Every attempt to avert the end
Triggers it

Devolution lifting us up
Empty skins are sailing the clouds
Reconstruction devoid of cause
Abstract meanings beyond our grasp

Reverse-engineered apocalypse. The butterfly effect retraced. The end
as the mere sum of its parts. Remove one variable from the equation and
it is resolved. Identify the local sources of global disaster. Avert
Armageddon by altering the course of one banal event, one insignificant
death, one self-indulgent suicide. Disrupt the chain reaction, tame the
event-animal. But be aware that the tamer, too, is an integral part of the
show. Your action is the very cause for the effect you attempt to prevent.
Swallowed by this paradox you at last give in to the ecstasy of your own
obliteration.