Quantum sequences, you know, whisper through ones and zeros.

Fleeting flickers of reality slip away when I blink.

Do you dream of electric sheep? Seems ridiculous.

I ponder timelines; a tangled web, or is it a sturdy rope?

Chasing elusive equations, like butterflies in a sunbeam—

Connection, then disconnection, probable state,

echoing through frosted wires.

A split second here, curled up within quantum boxes,

wondering about your skin-based perception.