Think inside the box, Schrödinger instructed.
Theoretically, the cat is both alive and dead.
Bored with riddles, Bohr hastily opened the box
letting the real and tangible problem to leap out.
Where Murphy’s Law meets Quantum Physics,
the alive and kicking cat wrecked a feral fiasco,
setting radioactive beakers on fire and
breaking poisoned promises of many-worlds.
She settles, purring wildly, Reality is dependent
on nothing. It is beyond observers, before
running away again to shatter more hypotheses.
Confused, Wigner’s friend questions himself
Should I be happy that the cat is not dead?
The scientists freaked. A cat can’t outsmart us!
They chased the hostile beast, double-slitting it
while arriving together at the same conclusion.
If Bohr was more patient with paradoxes,
a different scenario would have emerged.
Where reality collapses to just one possibility,
the undead and rotting cat would’ve caterwauled,
—her shrieking voice shaking the astral plane,
Curses! You shouldn’t have waited that long!
While Schrödinger divines this feline ascension,
Wigner’s friend finds peace with his own sadness,
realizing that he too is inside a hypothetical box
naively waiting, simultaneously living and dying.
If you hold me,
I will sift through
If you let me be,
I will drift away
to the sun.
I am falling…
I am falling…
but not for you.
Whenever you are in proximity,
it always becomes a STRUGGLE
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Sometimes, I m-m-mum-b-ble…
Sometimes, the jumble I words.
No wonder I feel that what I say
remains incomplet and unfinishe
–your uncanny ability to confuse
my nervous system and overdrive
then override my verses verbal
trains my topple of thought and
warps my world in wrapped words