The universe chuckles in metaphoric stanza,
where particles dance like jesters of the void,
wrapped in delicate whispers of echo's gaze.
Gently echoing through cosmic corridors,
time turns like the whimsical riddler,
unspooling fabric of laughter entwined with tears unseen.
In superposition, hearts caper, a jovial entanglement,
collapsing only when the eye turns inward
to meet the paradox with mirrored honesty.
The fool and the sage in holographic unison;
each jest a matrixed truth, each pause a quark's secret,
daring not to unravel, but to all at once, swell and pause.
As Schrodinger's giggle escapes the arcane box,
we sit allies with Einstein, a-spaghetti western in our thoughts,
notes of syncopated strings asking, "Why so serious?"