I am a butler to my cat.
And I head to the bathroom.
But why is it that
Whenever I open the bathroom door,
My cat is always standing there, guarding me?
0 and 1.
When eyes are closed, I am not seen;
When eyes are opened, I appear.
Could it be that my cat has already mastered
The profound secrets of quantum mechanics?
Do not argue with me!
Just as a cat is at its most vulnerable when doing its business,
It knows its butler is just as vulnerable, too.
It is standing guard to protect me.
The cat is always by my side.
“Aeyong—”
In this single, tiny cry,
The entire providence of the universe is contained!
Therefore, remember!
Even when you pass away, take that cat's cry with you into the afterlife!
Even within your stilled, lifeless heart,
That sacred voice will never vanish!
Out a gray door
Aimlessly walking
Captive to silk thread
With space left for talking
A long white box
With an open edge
A pink fairy kicking
Against the protective hedge
Confronting a giant
Seeing the tree of demise
TRUTH declared independence
From the comfortable lies
A metal box in the sea
A Djinn trying to feed
The creative energy
That would finally lead
...to the Stone heart
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-25-2026
mistake was worst than a bungle or blunder or ****
totally botched, mishandled and mismanaged
auto mechanics excuses put dad in a funky huff
his Ford was in worst shape now, totally damaged
I’m only people to other people
to them I’m the guy in the street
yet, to many I’m not even there
stencilling my echo onto a world
as I have on many worlds before
anyway to cut a long story short
I didn’t realise it was him when I
walked past him in the street but
it wasn’t until later I thought hey
I should’ve recognised their echo
there will be a baby crying
in the next room, but not yet
people are still standing around
my bed and I'm still on my last breaths
they won't leave until I have gone
a brown leaf about to fall
I remember the white foam of waves
not rampaging bulls in Spanish streets
but subtle colourings of children's books
gently paging in rippling tides by bare feet
sand on toes in fizziness
those waves, they kept on repeating
some are probably praying
others counting along with the clock
they stand around my bed
some I want to leave, others I want to stay with
I've done the fighting, I've done the pleading
cue the baby in the next room
the things you both see
you all see
is merely a continuity safeguard
one of the laws written in to prevent chaos
we can't have multiple lifeforms occupying the same space all seeing and experiencing something different
it just wouldn't work
so we've set impulses to align where and whenever possible
sure as hell easier when you lot are on your own
takes a heap of pressure off the system
that way we suspend everyone else
they're not needed
you don't surely think they're individually living do you
no, just on hold, paused
until you're no longer on your own
then we have our work cut out again
and many coffees go cold
I am
all nine deaths
of
the anti cat
do not
curse me
I remain, he surmised, the possibility of outcomes,
I am, he collected, but particles upon their way
like a snowstorm towards a windscreen, I wait to
be a final measurement, and yet, to all miscreants
in need of harmonious affairs, as Prometheus upon
his rock, as Nicorates in his right hemisphere of my
ever-seeing, I, the incumbent of waves gliding through
plasmas, he trifled, am never at rest in my somewheres.
Might it be the end-
the end of robots?
An old Chinese woman beats
a hospital robot with a stick
her frustration caught
by the ever-present video
-which has become our
memory
stronger than religion
as it binds us to Event-
and maybe the tipping point
of all our saved frustrations.
It could have been simple-
You are not listening!
I need to see a Doctor now!
Where is the bathroom?
I don’t know
but I am with her
as are you and millions
of us with our sticks
straining
to be released
from our mechanical souls.
I’ve dug many a post hole.
Each was equally important.
None were easy.
Few matter anymore.
I’m proud of them all.
The mechanics of the clock
The stutter of the ticks and tocks
The cogs eternally clenching teeth
Singing songs from underneath
The changing features of the clock face
Each hand steadfast in its place
Pendulum swinging, sounds like a knock
Who's there? I ask. Tick-tock-tick-tock.
High Vibrations are imperative combined and intertwined with unconditional love for everything and every human on earth.
In manifesting wants, needs, and desires one must be extremely specific and on point in every manner and aspect of height and girth.
Unconditional love is the prime element along with a positive mindset in harmony of heart in any situation.
A continuous positive mental attitude will propel one and draw one into the magnetized opportunities using a higher state of intuition.
I
Reduced to nothing
But not absolute Zero
I have residual energy
And nothing is not nothing
It has something, always
And we can get something out of nothing
II
The quantum world tells us truths
About nothing: if I am as a quantum vacuum
I have residual Jiggles
So let your jiggles jangle
The Universe decreed it
Nothing can get you down to zero
Out of nothing, juggle & jiggle something
After all, that is the 'nutrino' feeding sunshine
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.
Though of two minds he played it cool
(Which is the sacred feline rule),
Convinced he could not be a crime,
Both cat and carcass at one time,
So for a pulse he dared to feel
To see which one of him was real,
And thus a quaint monstrosity
Was killed by curiosity.
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