Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead

like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
Divine alignment chooses magnetic maiden

portal opens precious pearly coded probability
universe responds with willing golden spirals
precise molecules looking like slippery chirals
rascal but knows ardent alchemical compatibility
mercurial mirror reflects duo’s ample agilities

turquoise light refracting lifts forgotten bond
sacred it slept inside musical harp softly fond
pirouetting progresses path matching persons
particles becoming prime entangled photons
picking out their aspects is a spooky action

wave emits fractal triangle as realisation hits
atomic Love cannot but flamenco follow flits
heart harmonic orchestrates beloved true
when triangle aims this is the cue !

©GhairoDanielsPoetry

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*triangle in this context : God/masculine/feminine

In the first breath,
when our quanta
were lined up in pairs
and shaking hands,
the cosmic seed
erupted with violence.

Perpetual particles,
blasted through
space over time,
and left this atomic web
that expands to converge,
dissolves to reshape,
into infinite patterns…
into transient forms.

Forms are sculpted
by the ceaseless
building and branching
of chances and choices–
of cause and effect–
collapsing into structure,
actualizing into being–
Our beings.

In these carbon containers,
our particles find home together,
shaking hands once again…
all finally here,
all inevitably perfect,
as they rejoin and rejoice
in the same cosmic instant.

Conway’s game of life,
e^(iπ) + 1 is zero,
Just four base pairs in our DNA,
And still, we play the hero.

Twelve fermions, five bosons,
Compose our world and sky,
In every star and falling leaf,
In every brain that questions why.

I’d love to dive into the depths
Of quantum's mystic plan,
And watch the clockwork tick and hum,
To glimpse the beating heart of all.

Perhaps it’s all so simple,
Too simple to perceive,
A truth so bare and elegant,
Our minds refuse to believe.

No age.
No mass.
Just motion.
I do not experience time.

To me, the beginning
and the end
of the universe
are the same blink.

I have seen the inside of your eye
and the bone of a dead star,
without stopping to ask
which was which.

I’m Triaxial,              
In geometry,          
This X, Y, and Z…              
Caged by coordinates–          
So planar, unfree          

And time’s forward flow,          
Just won’t let me go,                
It’s sometimes too fast…  
Then, relatively too slow  

There’s a down direction,              
That pulls with oppression,    
Gravity’s fixed force–      
A constant compression

When force is innate,
I’m stuck at it’s rate,
Sunken and buried,
By pressurized weight

And, in this void,
Nothing’s destroyed,
Change is the constant,
From which all is deployed

While my perception,
Is a small projection,
Of fundamentals,
Below our detection

I myself am just an extension
Of laws beyond comprehension…
I’m suffocating, blind
Stuck here, in this **** Third Dimension

we chase and we race
but it all ends in a pace
in this speed, we lose our way
these instants, lost away

Heisenberg, a well of insight
knew something of light
“those known of speed
position will show no need”

now he spoke of waves and light
but I find that quite the blight
I speak of man and life
place and haste, a strife

caught in the race
we lose our space
eyes set ahead
the now lies dead

yet, in the now
ambition begins to bow
caught in the present
a life unspent

walk, not run, nor pause
live with a cause
in unity
life offers opportunity

Sometimes, I will hug you,
hold you so tightly
with the force of love—
like the force of gravity
fusing atoms inside the sun.

Our souls will merge,
radiating light
to the galaxies.

Other times, I will hold
just a single finger of yours,
and it will feel like the spark
that starts a chain reaction
in a nuclear reactor—

powerful enough
to ignite a warmth
that spreads through every part of me,
filling my world
with light and heat.

By now these bitter winds should have blown me apart.
This void of emptyness I carry inside is heavy.
Time no longer moves.
It twists....
                 ...  and warps... slows...
                                                    Almost stops.

This blackhole holds the light prisoner, illuminating all the wrong I've done.