cold fusion
Two photons entangled in spacetime.
Grasping infinte smallness away,
From an unyielding and lawful reality,
Across distance our human minds cannot know.
Phase shift to a synchronous outburst,
Shared pulses of unquestioned purpose.
Stoking a fire that burns in all four dimensions,
The mystery message that cannot be seen.
Phase shift to this empty hotel room,
Her pain begins where my conscience ends.
The amoral protector that told me to run,
The hidden agenda that does not want love.
Grasping infinte smallness away,
From an unyielding and lawful reality,
Across distance our human minds cannot know.
Phase shift to a synchronous outburst,
Shared pulses of unquestioned purpose.
Stoking a fire that burns in all four dimensions,
The mystery message that cannot be seen.
Phase shift to this empty hotel room,
Her pain begins where my conscience ends.
The amoral protector that told me to run,
The hidden agenda that does not want love.
posted by H. Now at 6:46 p.m.
2 Comments:
I find w/ your poems so far that they evoke emotions (e.g., in this case, sadness) w/out me grasping a story or proposition. Is that mostly what you are aiming for? I hate to feel like I might not be understanding something.... But then I'm a control freak @ times eh!
yeah, i actually usually have a pretty solid imagine in my own head, but am describing it at an emotional level that makes it more abstract than it needs to be. this one i wrote after attending an adult education class on the basics of quantum physics. i had also recently come across the idea that one way of processing information in the brain may be with the timing of neuron firing - that way different parts of the brain can coordinate without direct connection per se.
so this was really about the different levels that we exist at simultaneously, as well as a general theme of connection and disconnection. each verse is meant to be another level of abstraction.
thanks for your interest.
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