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Spooky Action At The Speed Of Light
I trusted order in the silent stars,
Each planet moving in its measured arc,
Laws written deep in heaven’s endless vault,
The clockwork firm, unbroken, without fault.
Yet here they whisper of a phantom thread,
Binding two particles though oceans spread,
A flicker here, and there the twin must turn,
No time to travel, nothing left to learn.
I call it “spooky,” though my mind resists,
A ghostly bond that reason still exists.
Cannot be real—yet still, the proofs remain,
Defying distance, mocking Newton’s chain.
If truth be stranger than my heart allows,
The universe may break its sacred vows.
Perhaps the light itself is not enough,
To bind the fabric where the laws grow rough.
And so I wonder—do the stars still know?
That I am not alive.
Copyright ©
James Mclain
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