Harsh asymmetrical contour following dislocated noncontextual departure.
Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination.
Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose, consistently in linear circumnavigation.
A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence.
The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance.
Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its function.
Leaving spaces unfiled by way of impetus, whilst evidently consiquential.
Paradoxically self referential, pertinently inescapable ever presence.
Categories:
superposition, depression, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
This is a contest entry for Law of Physics and Humanity. The topic I chose was quantum superposition. Look back into your own life, use choices with what outcomes that could've been. For example being stuck behind a slow driver to only see that the car ahead of them wrecked. Each possibility is a state and there are infinite ones of them. This is my poem about the probability of your life.
Vector spaces give us the direction,
A part of the answer to your question,
What is superposition in quantum you're asking,
Plenty of types of vector for electron to proton masking,
The masking of possible probability of infinite states,
This is what Schrodinger's cat dictates,
Infinite outcomes until finally observed,
Taking the amount of measures then probability is preserved,
Applied to life supplies what state you're in,
Plus the probability of what you could have been.
Categories:
superposition, perspective, science,
Form: Rhyme
Quantum Superposition
”A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.”
we know now that light is
both a particle and a wave
as ethereal vibrations
omnipresent in enigmatic space
both the light of the sun
as also the light that lights the sun
let us look at bilocation
demonstrated by many a saint
to name a few ~ Padre Pio, Ananamayi Ma,
Jesus, Sri Yukteshwar Giri, Neem Karoli Baba …
why then is our consciousness limited
containerised by mind and senses five
when it is vividly clear and self-evident
that our true Self is absolute
who dwells in the potent pause
of polarity interchange
at each half-breath and betwixt heartbeats
or between two thought trains
where lies fulcrum of awareness
is it in the head, the heart or in the void
allowing pristine silence to engulf stillness
truth of the noumena is known
beheld in plain sight as flickers in space
being both immanent and transcendent
Categories:
superposition, mystery, science, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
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 particles, in strings entwined,
A kaleidoscope of consciousness, enigma defined.
Perception's prism, refracting the known,
In the quantum realm, where ideas are sown.
Metaphors meld with quarks in a linguistic storm,
Words, like quanta, their own rules deform.
Similes spiral in a cerebral ballet,
In the quantum reverie, where concepts sway.
Dimensions fold, and dreams intertwine,
A surreal tapestry of the conscious mind.
Parallel verses in linguistic rifts,
In the quantum theater, where cognition lifts.
Time, a vagabond in the neural expanse,
A non-linear journey, a cognitive dance.
Memories echo in quantum refrain,
In the cerebral cosmos, where echoes wane.
So, let the mind wander in quantum allure,
In the synaptic galaxy, thoughts mature.
A superposition of ideas, a mental climb,
In the quantum reverie, where universes rhyme.
Categories:
superposition, art, beauty, fantasy, humor,
Form: Free verse
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
Tell me how 2,000 Atoms
Exist in Two Places
at Once
Tell me I can occupy
A different place in every second
And every space in time
How is it that once lived
each second of each moment is
Mine for all time and eternity in the
Quark of quantum entanglement
Categories:
superposition, allegory, science,
Form: Rhyme
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
Roaming and scattered amidst the trees,
blind to the forests call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Categories:
superposition, science, spiritual, truth,
Form: Rhyme
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 humanity fights with the fear of damnation,
The struggles with their souls are relentless,
All the time he basks in the joy of the fear of the unknown,
He segregates man from women and children are absolute,
He strikes down all that oppose him with no mercy,
Using the mislead like puppets believing all the wile there just,
His superposition is unrevealing to humanity’s cries for help,
But as I fall to my knee’s perfused in my unending sorrow,
I see a ray of light shining up from his darkness,
I can’t help but to wonder if this is just another one of his tricks.
But just then I feel a warm touch on my shoulder,
The relief that I am not alone any more is over whelming,
I turn to see there are so many who have seen the light,
We stand to say and to proclaim,
No more shall we bow down to you and your true darkness,
No more will humanity be fooled with your lies,
No more will your pain of segregation continual,
We are free and so shall we free others in time.
Leave us and return here no more.
Categories:
superposition, hope, pain, fear,
Form: Lyric
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.
Blackened crozier
for wrinkeled crotch
drops the ashes of love
on unopened buds.
Weeping willow sways
in warm winds of prayers.
Strawberry in holes
nothing like bruise.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
superposition, native american, natural disasters,
Form: ABC