Saturday, July 25, 2015

Quantum poem



Schroedinger’s Cat

Silent as twilight,
Shadowcat glides by.
Like the Moon, she moves in phases.
Like Time, she’s blind as ice.

Delicate as melancholy,
as distant as though nearer,
it seems as though she senses me;
I sense as though I see her.

I reach out as to pet her,
but my hand goes through her.
Years later, someone asks me.
I say “No, I never knew her.”


You are in my dreams;  I am in yours ...



1 comment:

  1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schr%C3%B6dinger%27s_cat_in_popular_culture

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