If the quantum is foaming Roaming space for a chance to manifest Lest it neglect to collapse in on itself Then who am I
To negate the hypothesis That life is ineffable Interfering with the pattern That would have else entangled me Instead, I find myself a wave function Undetermined until interacted with Insignificant until observed
Who am I to challenge That everything is energy Rising through the ranks of probability A wavelength contracting An equation waiting to materialize
Who am I to doubt That uncertainty is anything less Than a superposition A potential to fill The vacuum to the brim With vibrations that extend far beyond the evidence Fluctuations fulfilling a destiny Of singularity A momentum to make matter matter
You have one of the most beautiful soul I have ever come across. Not a single blemish on your body could represent your eternal self. With eyes that see through, I look upon the beauty of your eternal youth. See what you may of my surface and wonder of my underneath, I am but the spring of passions and countless quantum leaps.
Glorious Past Let's go for a walk let's walk the talk Of glorious past. The present is freaking the future is bleak. A virus is spreading job's are falling apart. Governments are failing economy slipping. Health is a thing off the past. I hope the quantum theory is true Of seven life's in different planes Then at least we can assume six of them are better off.