Superposition Poems - Poems about Superposition

...In the labyrinth of thought, where neurons weave, A cosmic dance, where perceptions deceive. Synaptic constellations in a quantum trance, Reality's illusion, a cerebral dance. Thoughts, elusive......Read the rest...

...Hypothetical supposition If is such an enormous word it's so loud and heard beyond realities real if I had known if for so long I would not have uttered it out o......Read the rest...

...In realms unseen by human eyes, Where mystic wonders truly lie, Quantum physics weaves its tale, A dance of particles, oh, so frail. Behold the world on a quantum stage, Where mysteries hide, ......Read the rest...

...with a cat lying on my lap a sough whispers in the trees as a summer day begins fading the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting a musical for ears yet to come into existence evaporating the......Read the rest...

...Quantum Entanglement David J Walker Einstein light your pipe and muss your hair While I sit and listen again In English or German as the heir of the Phenomenon of quantum superposition T......Read the rest...

...Inside me is a box, my personal paradox Inside this box there is me, my poison of loss and the decay of time When time ran out, my loss became too great, I died Yet I do not want to look, fr......Read the rest...

...C: I journeyed long upon the way, e-mailed through your router hello "Henry", good to greet, I am in your computer I am between him and her, so I am gender neuter I am ten years landing......Read the rest...

...Quantum Superposition, forever preying on our minds Refusing to admit what consciousness knows, its theory never finds The more complex the argument, the further afield it falls Roa......Read the rest...

...As I stand on the hill of enlightenment, My eyes showered with the sadness of humanity, I see the pain cast down from that which has pointed himself, He casts a power that is with approach, Thou huma......Read the rest...

...Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulating the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracota of superposition of speech hiding self-interest. B......Read the rest...