Fire flash in the night sky
Neon drips from my sores
On my knees in the church
Or in the liquor store
Shot down like a dove
Cut down like the grass
Rotating in space around a
gravitational mass
I struggle to see through these
tired burned eyes
I struggle to breathe
as I try to rationalize
Let's go for a walk down
that old alley way
Let's talk about war
and radioactive decay
Horse hill, ham road or sheep street. All is the same for a lorry down a lane. Huge efforts are made by beaming booming trucks. And blocks are not soft cubes. They are brightly lit canopies and a seance of senses. It is often wise to form a queue when threatening a field. Wise is the fauna. Alive is the weaponry skills of a thistle. And catering clap of dandelion. A tree can hold the ground intact but a well whips the soil. Water wasting wheeling wounding. And a myth rising. To rue is to be rubbished and rubbish is the rubble of the tyrannical toil of toxic traps. Merely an iron then. Radioactive decay of an ancient glow can cause a king of old to come. Oh good. Gooseberries clapping and cheering in coats hugging the blossoming blackberries with ecstatic joy. Much knowledge in a shrew ball. Delve diving digastric divas. No ha ha as all is saved by a curtain in a landing hedge. And a mountain of millipedes and a ten foot moth in a coat. Questionable. *** monetary *** gained Gaia gifts gratifications xxxx
Timeless meaninglessness chatter in ever increasing monotony. Numbers cause numbness in a bridging bus. Brief journeys epoch of encounters. Noise emitted from high circa stereophonic voices. Who paste the atmosphere with hyperness. Primarily caused by the plastic ingested. Cackle cackle cake and burgers. Hypertension from induced formulas. No natural kiss in a plastic smiling box. Unreal. Surreal. Dual reality. Yet the artful pendulum swings. Reaching. Retching. Roarings. Radios. Tampering trampling. Opinions of the other world. In a flurry of sub class division. Associated. Association. Reaching of a radioactive decay. *** calamity.
Schrodinger’s Cat Isn’t Both Dead and Alive
By Elton Camp
Physics claimed a particle exists in all states until you see it
Dr. Erwin Schrodinger, from such an inane error, did free it
In a box is radioactive sample, Geiger Counter, poison, cat
If the Geiger Counter sees radioactive decay, what about that?
It will then break the poison bottle and the cat thus dies
But without such decay, the cat won’t meet its demise
Those in error said decay had and had not taken place
So the cat is both dead and alive until you see its face
Common sense tells us this cannot be true
No matter how much speculating you do
The cat is either dead or preserved
Well before it has been observed
The Copenhagen view had a serious flaw
And that’s what Schrodinger wisely saw
The other physicists thus were bested
When by this thought experiment tested
(Note: This will be incomprehensible to anyone not already familiar with the subject. A basic knowledge of physics is needed to understand it.)
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