Chaotic Nonsense
Everything boils down
To chaotic nonsense, or
So it is written.
Einstein and Bohr tangoed
On tiptoes over
Unsavory uncertainty
“Why would God play dice?!”
Buddha already knew
Though, he
Looked on laughing
“When you are done,
Come and find me”
Copyright © Matthew Howels | Year Posted 2017
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