Category Archives: poem, poetry, quantum theory

STICK

stick to atoms
it is what
you are good at

how can you
escape being
miniscule
if this
is what
you are?

but
big bang too
your soul
ready to mushroom
in power and
glory up
to Heaven

shimmer of light
and
   no one
is home
connection
is fried

but something even
smaller
    hard tp pin down
stick (that
word again) a
detailed
label upon

this smaller that you
dissolve into
gives
    me a
crazy map
down into your
possible probable
sides

and what binds us
has us
    moving, swaying as
one
   in the wave dance
of all that is
suspended between

so-called real and
          so-called unreal

idea
   and its every outcome

we quietly, despite
ourselves working in this

the pieces
             finding themselves
in place

chaos
       and perfect
symmetry