Schrodinger's Cat
Playing both sides of the field
Has always been my augur of recompense;
And I can't be a hypocrite, for there's far more
Than two sides to me now;
I could never fit into one highly selective college degree
Of one category only; or ride one solitary train of thought
To it's purposeful destination, without hopping off
For the first crossbound train that happened along,
Simply because I was curious to see where it was going to end up.
Only later on, I realize I will never see the end of the first line;
Never rode anything, to it's logical conclusion.
But then the light enlarges, as if a lightbulb had let out a quantum fart;
Or a drop of rain hits me square on the third eye,
And I feel the benediction then, on all my random perturbations:
I know I am every bit as unlikely and unpredictable
As any charm quark, half dead or alive
Clinging onto the ghost of Schrödinger's Cat.
Schrödinger eh. to even know of him is to be great.. and to write like u do...
Exhilarating turn of phrasing and content, heterodynemind! I can relate to the existential quality of this one! Warm regards, John.
Ok Prathap; if we are going to cut up half dead cats here, let's just imagine we replaced ghost with 'holy spirit' , LOL for technical the porpoises!
I think I just took a quantum leap. And I am not sure if that cat is alive or dead yet. So 'ghost' maybe a technical error? hehe
Ha ha... Give yourself a little credit, H. A dab of creative duality can expatiate a whole heap of sins : D