(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.)
Another mundane day, you may
Collapse into something different.
Conceivably, a man; perhaps otherwise. It could be
Endless— the torture of
Potential— or perhaps you love this
Timeless ambiguity.
Then you are caught,
Harnessed into a definition; can you then avert those God-like
Eyes that search for all the universe?
In this sudden singularity, somewhere in the
Night sky is destiny—
Can you believe that? There is
One just as undefined as you, but
Now that you are changed, they, too,
Gain meaning. Perhaps this is the
Ripeness of adulthood; the
Ultimate permanence of
Owning and being owned.
Until you doubt such a bond exists at all; for when
Someone is a galaxy away, how can that be?
(*now read down the first letter of each line)
