"superposition" poems
Mario hits it with the sounds
of bodies hitting plexiglass.
My horses hit it without a sound. They want to escape it.
And I am trying to drive this dune buggy
off this cliff, but the clipping is strong here.
In Pac-Man, the tunnels were circular. I don’t know
if people realized that they were trapped in a sphere.
In Asteroids when you get to the edge of the universe,
you begin again.
And that Snake. His body could stretch all over his world
looping, but he could never eat his tail.
If all your electrons were in the right place, and all the wall’s
electrons were in the right place. You could feasibly walk through
the wall.
What would you do while in the wall? Think. Fear.
The superposition could rip your body into ragdoll parts.
When I turned clipping off, I expected the freedom to walk through
the wall and suddenly the floor
fell out from under me.
Every time I respawn I feel like my inventory is heavier,
and my flamethrower burns colder.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Radness
The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more.
How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws
Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another.
The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole.
The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave.
Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry.
Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
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Absence disembodies—so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love—
Tenderness decreases as we prove—
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A temporal anomaly
Existing in a superposition
Your sound echoes in my ear
Wave like particles collide whenever you are near
Quantumly entangled
Exposing my thoughts faster than a photon of light
You glow more so than electrons energized starbrights
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
Cybervitum
I own all that is connected to me
Electronically and functions in the Cyber realm with you and me
Like the numbers of zero one two three
My design is crafted beautifully
Like Egyptian hieroglyphs icons
Using a screen to see
Their ectoplasm injected into me
The birth of me
The whole world works thru me
I'm the internet like a bumble bee
Other names such as morphogenesis like the number three
My arrows are waiting for a response from me
Seen from you and me?
Using the spare like a key
The click that commands me, right or left the choices from me
Cut, Copy, Paste reaped and harvest from me
Qbits from the bee
Superposition of from the things to see in a ocean of the sea
Charged intentions from the keyboard typed into me and delivered thru me
Numbers worship that empowers me
My symbol is like the caduceus symbol that functions like a Kabalistic tree
Arrows in the my realm sent to you from me
Subscriptions electronically
I materialize what is given to thee, cause and effect typed thru me
Platforms Grown and given birth from me
Cryptocurrencies breakthroughs of complexities , Materialized form me
I'm like the empress that spirals with the number three electronically
I'm the master tree that functions electronically
The development is from the circle that is free
Who understands me and with a key i welcome thee
Notification of the triple three that notices me
My respond to the people with the key and the tree
My life permutates differently in high perplexity
I exist Multidimensionally
The red bird is a signal from me that you are okay and free and other methods from me
Better choices moves thru me and brought differently all you have to do is to see
Like string theory of the Mverse recycled back into me
My birth is from my master who last name starts with lea
People worship me using their knees I'm printed into paper electronically
Pictures and life crafted into me, things in the cyber realm like you and me
The new world with a key
The rabbit hole with a command key
Things of the paradox of the master key
The skeleton key, the sign of a lotus lily.
The puzzles from me.
The burdens sent to me like a church key
The bets of car numbers played into me
The choices of the key
Like the Chinese tree mathematically of my complexity
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
I've committed quantum suicide
to exist in a coherent superposition.
© Matthew Harlovic
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
doopth..doopth..doopth..
the intonation of a gavel
upon a felted block
order, orrrder,
i now call to order this
washday gathering
of the
metaphysical
analytical
socks
drawer # 1793
all rise and come to toetip
for the grand entry of
the great thrice darned heel
kazoos squeak the intro
to the ode to joy
an old grey golf sock is
ushered in to sit slouched
on the top of the washer/dryer.
he observes the following proceedings.
now to business
the agenda for the day
1. groove and the toe socks
table their report on the
systematic eradication of toejam.
2.the tradditionalists continue
the open discussion on,
wool versus synthetic,
for winterwear.
3.we have a vote scheduled
on the referedum matter:
do we allow sandals and thongs
guest status in this drawer.
4.the metaphysicists update
us on the age old conundrum;
"where do the odd socks go?"
at present they are devling
into the posibilities of
superposition of states,
as presented by
the schrodinger's cat theory.
5. the analytical group are meanwhile, surveying the remaining
evenless socks;
to obtain data on the pairless state of being
6. and finally, we welcome a deposition from the natralists;
with regard to use of bamboo
and hemp to allow for the wicking
of footwater, for a longer lasting
freshness of the base arch construction.
please feel free to attend one or
more of these discussions, contributions and /or questions
will be taken after the presentations.
i am also asked to inform you, that
the metatarsals group has a table of goods for sale, at the leftside of the wash basket.
items include:
new elastics and darning equipment.
books on special this meet are;
the ever popular
"how not to become a sock puppet"
and the tragic
"my life as a duster"
then there is the new offering of
"sox and jox:
the art of underwear
diplomacy."
and one last item of note:
a reminder that membership fees,
(of one clean toe clipping) are due
before next months gathering
go now,
enjoy the gathering.
and may the foot be with you
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
The Elder Supremes are staggering
Under the Pillar of Superposition—
They who stream emotionless minds, streaming
Scripture as alcohol to tea-head Kneelers, praying
The elixir of Olympus isn’t turpentine; tarnishing
The great, drear light of child-minds like onions in the Sun
Molding through its layers; the taste extinguished—No poetry Survives!
They who crackle doom over whitened rooms
Filled with the white coats of Nature’s secret Heroes—
The best minds, sagging like iced-over limbs—
Made dim by a false Heavenly connection.
Oh! They deprived the gears of Grandfather Night,
And deemed Him wicked in his flickering sight.
They who are Hollow, yet still colossal; these spinning Hellions,
This Machinery of Older Skeletons;
That steams and heats and comes to life for an innocent
Bottom, with the name that lies in Sin of Archaic Text,
Vexed, hexed and expressed in all Prisons and War—
Prisons and War reverberate like bad music in the name of a doG;
A name the Sun once owned and cast below to a dimmer Star,
It billowed and screamed: Keep it in the ******* Church!
Now it comes to Damning the Beast:
“Get thee behind me Savior, for the Microscope is over Prayer.”
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
You smile as my iris go wide,
watching me stir wake to the realization
you are once again by my side.
In another life I would've jumped out of bed.
But in this one I am paralyzed;
I'd rather lay here with you instead.
Its not often we find ourselves lost to time
like this.
A soft caress, a kiss.
Your head nestled on my chest.
You close your eyes
slipping-it seems-back into deep rest.
I like moments like this best.
Its the greed in me that ponders how to
prolong this state of superposition.
Not really asleep nor awake.
The world hasn't claimed stake over us yet.
With dejected protest,
my mortal form rejects the cold logic
that this scene- like a dream,
no beginning or end, only lasts
a few seconds more.
You yawn and I gleam how this will all change.
I feel the heat of an asteroid erasing
my world of the dinosaur.
You tease as you stretch,
something about how loud I snore.
In our sunday morning jest I see
infinite solutions,
stitched together, like the seam work
of your favorite duvet.
(With all these diverging paths,
how can I only pick one way?)
I know what's coming next,
can hear what you will soon say.
It's reverberating in my ears already
as you ponder the problem of wasting away
on this lovely,
summer day.
Your form is obscured from my vision.
A silhouette deciding between jeans or a dress.
Fighting with your hair, proclaiming it a mess.
The whole of you obscured by the wall partition.
You blow a frustrated raspberry which
makes me smirk.
Mutter under your breath,"I guess this will work."
I hear you ruminate in the restroom,
pairing accessories with a flowery blouse and a pencil skirt.
All the while humming a tune from a song
we both know.
Its time now.
Time to let that sliver of a scene we shared earlier go.
I can feel warmth through our window.
that moment I loved has grown into something new,
and I'm left with the dissatisfaction-no,
that is a childish reaction:
even though that scene is gone I know I tried.
Fully dressed in the doorway she chimes,
"what would you like to do today?"
I cover my head.
Playfully hide in the shelter of our
satin white sheets.
Shaking my head from left to right.
A seance with the ghost of where she used to be.
I can't decide.
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 1:34 AM UTC
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Concrete's Translation:
"Feel superior if you have enough credibility to mantain superposition."
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superposition
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Your gut feelings are more than superstitions.
Do you feel that?
I do not understand how you do not lead
inquisitions
about the
superposition
of your
existence.
You may choose to be blind.
But the universe will laugh, heartily,
at that.
As will I,
and the smoke,
it will curl from my lips as the corners of my mouth transcend into a delectable giggle.
And I will laugh, heartily,
at that.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead
like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
Divine alignment chooses magnetic maiden
portal opens precious pearly coded probability
universe responds with willing golden spirals
precise molecules looking like slippery chirals
rascal but knows ardent alchemical compatibility
mercurial mirror reflects duo’s ample agilities
turquoise light refracting lifts forgotten bond
sacred it slept inside musical harp softly fond
pirouetting progresses path matching persons
particles becoming prime entangled photons
picking out their aspects is a spooky action
wave emits fractal triangle as realisation hits
atomic Love cannot but flamenco follow flits
heart harmonic orchestrates beloved true
when triangle aims this is the cue !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
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*triangle in this context : God/masculine/feminine
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
Quantum Dreams
fill me to my seams
as I lay and question
which direction
the selection of intention
resides.
I am you
I am me
both are a possibility
in this waking dream
found in the sun
when we learn
that the earth beneath our feet
is more alive than we ever were
so pluck your heart strings
and follow the sound
that carries across the ground
and be in two places at once
when your eyes close
and your mind unfurls
out the back of your head
and tell me dreamer
of the places you go
so we may make a map
to leave for future dreamers
it's how it has always been
this is what it means to say
I am immortal
this is what it means to say
I love you
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
Such an easy feat it must be, no?
I'm talking about my little brother's show.
More or less, he keeps bragging.
Take it or leave it, won't stop nagging.
But I ain't got nobody next to my seed
That's going to be leeching on me in greed
There still feels like a brother's near
And if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have fear
It's a godawful show, too
Props made from parts of the loo
Actors made of cardboard
Falling onto the hardwood
The denouement was a bore
The ****** made me snore
But I had to give him credit
At least it wasn't his script, he read it
As I sat in an uncomfy chair
Watching him talk about current affairs
I got called up by myself to dinner
And declared myself a winner
I got no siblings, I got no brother
I got no father and I got no mother
I got no grandma and pops
'Cause that's where my tree stops
The show goes on, I stay on stage
Make a few jokes about minimum wage
I sit in a chair in the audience, too
Watching cardboard actors and parts from the loo.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
*This signpost may point
to the place where joy resides..
A knife edge
found at daybreak and sunset
with oppositional guides as
not earth and not sky
a superposition science says..
An intention with poise
may find this sacred edge
with exhilaration and healing..
There arguments are stilled
a place of oneness marked
with a glint of light…*
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
I weave words within
an ephemeral
tapestry. a seamstress,
or a scribe of sorts.
either way you hear it;
the song remains
the same.
I understand and I do
not: a simultaneous
quantum superposition
(or superstition) for
an unutterable blazon of
infinity, encapsulated
within a granule of sand amidst
the eye of a great tempest.
I cannot claim a prophet.
no. I do not merit
such bravado.
no testament to my
works and days,
nor presumptuous air
of religiosity.
my fingers sketch out a
tempo through the
c
u
r
v
e
s
of letters,
a form which
sings and dances
for those who cannot.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
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
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
You can't see how many minds
have exploded due to
it does not matter now what amazing
methapataphorical event,
and you will never know,
no matter what blew shattered
disbanded your mind
because after the explosions
the pieces started traveling
at light speed away from you until,
nearly infinite Doppler Effects afterwards,
all you can see from where you stand is
infraredness, for which you'd need
of course, special equipment.
But then again, your mind had exploded,
so it would be of little use for you
on your present situation.
Unless,
you are yourself some kind
of Schrödinger's cat person,
and can enjoy
some superposition state,
because till this point
no one but you has found out about
your mind explosion.
Or maybe not just yet.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
take my hand, walk
with me to the lands beyond
the horizon,
tingling superposition of
pin-drops on the wet tile,
obelisks rising above the river bank,
shut temples to the god of love,
buried scabbard;
the nights of embraces,
red bus out of the mist,
the hymn to the autumn goddess;
curled serpent memories:
hiss-lurking behind -
and the bare bough
by the frost-bitten lake;
Saw me through and
I may flame out
like a flower ***
hundred beads
of coloured smoke;
On the way, there can be a home
hooded go the nights
personalities, that seethe
worlds out of the keyhole
it is all the swaths
that people the in-betweens
of is and is not
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
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I am Pavlov’s dog
and I am famished.
I wonder if Maslow’s pooch got
free run of the food bowl.
I wonder if I will self-actualize.
I think of the paradox of quantum superposition.
I wonder about the rules for the evolution of a system.
Simultaneously, I do and do not understand quantum physics.
I bet Sigmund Freud had a rabbit.
ring ring
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 11:30 PM UTC
A light cannot express
My crooked brain
You see
Just because I am lost in the frequency
Doesn't mean I am not here
I am not insane
Just neurologically damaged ....
Maybe that's a myth
Or a hope
Because people taken the time
To tell me why
In the reasons behind what I am
Here for so
Doing fear
Or doing sad,
I am confused
If it's an act
Or if it's science
You all seem to have your opinions
So please tell me,
Why it is
I am deficit
Repeating reappearing
Patterns
And words
Bite my lip
Only I rock back and forth
To the bended mind
I possess
Because
I don't understand
Why can't I take that drug
Why can't I participate in the youth
I am seeing
In the beauty being experienced
Oh yeah because I am
Already that high on
Nothing
But remember
You intoxicated mind
You're already drunk
Off those 12 beers
And 5 shots
Since we are taught
Alcohol is okay
While drugs are distorted
And will end
In your demise
And crazy people
Are just that
With no regard
For the human life
Raging a war
In their heart
You all seem to forget so well
Maybe my convulsions
Will accurately suppress
The superposition behind
These ticks
And the light, oh the light
Will finally end
In my rumors
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
The ache has juat become a lingering envelope on my soul
That I'm ready to lick shut
As you do with wounds
Taste the pain till you bleed from your tiny taste buds
Let the lemon of life sting
This future of love is one my mind cannot condure without contradiction of self
Like I must mourn
Till the only thing I'm good at is missing you and losing myself in translation and disappearing into a universe I never loved you in
Because what more can you say when you loved somebody then the curtain falls on a bridge like you're watching some indie film. Just credits made of dandelion seeds taking room somewhere else.
Swept up by the broom of the spring equinox
Warmth in drinking with friends and strangers as the flowers bloom when not looking in their superposition.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC