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.
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.
We be entwined and entangled,
for spooky action at a distance,
despite our separation.
For I know what you are up to.
I know how and what you think.
I know your feelings, fads and focus.
I know that you know, the same about me.
For we spent so much time being together.
Serendipity loads the dice for chance encounters.
Our fates are intertwined, snared together, entangled.
Recurrences ring the déjà vu party line.
For actions and reactions, spooky at a distance.
Quantum Mechanics:
The new God
Explaining all.
All creating all.
It can be here, there
And everywhere
Popping out of nothing
And no where.
All at once
Spooky at a distance.
Multiverses a la carte
Something out of nothing
And the chicks for free !
Fluctuations, strings and all vibrations
Musician clowning
Dancing with a violin.
But why should it be,
Be at all ?
Who done it ?
The One God !
I have a troublesome car
always something to deal with
makes me wanna go to a bar
I have around here
a handy auto service station
it should only be next-door!
cause when it comes to repairs,
I always need some more
now the station has an odd name
it's named Quantum Auto Repair
you might think this sounds lame
but if you really don't care,
I'll go on just the same,
Jim and Mike are the mechanics
that try to keep me on the road
I'm sure you know what's comin' next,
you hardly need be told....
yes they're Quantum Mechanics,
so slick with truck or car
they can fix about anything
you know how some people are
but last time I was there
I stumbled upon a book
that laid on their worktable
I had to have a look!!
sure, enough, Steven Hawking's
physics treatise
how could they follow this??
even with my lengthy schooling
this was something I would miss
I guess it goes to show you,
don't judge on cover-alls
'cause you might be surprised
on where the truth falls!!