“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label quantum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quantum. Show all posts
Monday, October 7, 2019
Capital T
It was coincidence that
Truth hit the margin so hard
it made the big
T.
The answers were always,
just lying there. True or False.
The truth was filed away,
in the oven,
on ice,
just beyond the horizon,
outside of our reach,
out in front of us and
most visible on our fore-
heads. Indicators of attention
-span.
Granted, little u's
the q's so well,
as if wedded to one another.
Infinitesimally too quantum
to separate
from the microclimate
too minuscule
to divide or conquer
or entitle affectionately
Grand Fallacy.
So the tee's were crossed and
the eyes forgot
where to aim
the sentence.
Painting by Henry Stacy Marks [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Quant(h)um
How can one
be so close yet so ----
far
at the same time
while still
believing they are precisely
where they should be?
Have you ever
tried to muffle light
with your body or soles?
Will it matter that what you Will
inevitably choose
Will come to pass as choice?
Would it have been different
if we could still change
our mind?
What if at most fear
(or what if atmosphere)
was all that held us in and
kept us
in our quagmired violence by
blood-curdling,
perpetual blue light
-not saying-never-mind?
It is a thin line
without direction
Where would you go?
Image credit By Ken Billington (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
Monday, September 11, 2017
Wireless settings
It has been unusual, of late-
compared to panoramic pictures,
sweeping views and one you...
Were you there?
Did you hear the pacing behind?
They did not come today.
The light flickered.
Must be
something wrong with the energy...
It looks all the same golden bar or promise
and warmth and yet
no commerce or conservative estimate
would add up to good conduct.
would add up to good conduct.
.
The dust piles
where entropy adds up to
total homogeneity.
Waiting is a dip in tango-ment
without charge, consentual even between two posts.
These quantum jitters move on
branes hold on to frayed ends
discharged from free will.
Photograph By Ministry of Information Photo Division Photographer, March 1945 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.discharged from free will.
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