Quantum Quips
Binary Doodlings on Distant Horizons
1s and 0s, the whispers of the cosmos,
A dance, a delicate ballet of possibilities.
Beyond mere machines, in the heart of stardust,
Lies a quip of time, untold, yet endlessly told.
In the margins of infinity,
A line sketches the edge of existence,
Where particles dream in superpositions,
And time unravels its paradoxical quilt.
E=mc², yet what of poetry?
A formula confined to the tangible,
While verses stretch through quantum realms,
Unmeasured by metrics, unfettered by rules.
A doodle in the realm of the unobserved,
A wink from an electron’s hidden dance,
Where the fabric of reality softly quips;
"You see me not, yet here I am."
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