Quantum Poetry
"Harold. You are right. The problems I face daily
Are wonderful compared to a known outcome.
Please forgive me. I could be Stephen Hawking, gaily
Plotting the unknown universe but nearly dumb.
Yes. Almost silent if not for an eye muscle's
Belligerence. Think of it, the organ most of us need
In taking information, he uses as a mind projector. Bustles
Relieve us with distractions. He would likely cede
Theories galore for the ability to swat a mosquito by
Hand. Such is the cost of genius. Humility
Deals the royal flush to the ones who happily
Avoid playing cards. What if we were already in Yosemite.
You know, God's wildlife preserve for
2. Eden. And everything here is sure.
Until like a long-legged fly, his mind moves upon why."
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