The strange quantum uncertainty
here, there, and everywhere,
within, without, nonrandom bits sustain
universal poetic harmony.
The aetheric history matter dark intones
mystically to a poet on a quantum trip
entangled with monkeys
programming an escape from reality.
The centaur got a gyre wiring diagram
Took the labyrinth to MIT
Yeats was rejected by editors
for anticipating Asimov.
Einstein’s E got lost forever
in an alternate frame of reference.
And,42 was the answer we seek after all.
“was” that nonlocal past tense rheomode
phenomenon of the explicate order.
Mind - matter measurement scale factors
aside, consciousness, the muse,
the psi of Pythagorean dream, endures.
I liked this poem especially this part: mystically to a poet on a quantum trip entangled with monkeys programming an escape from reality. take care, marjan
Your deranged poem pleased me. 42, indeed. I'll look for more of your stuff. You're a trip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
non-random bits sustain poetic harmony! Great idea if you've got enough bits...