The Game Of Quantum Poker - Poem by Alan Bender
Bohr sees Einstein
are thrown one way,
but dark comes out of light,
which goes back to square one, no right
Heisenberg calls Pauli
not there? I must
leave first then you will come?
If I were you, then we would be
There is something special
about a knows-it-all,
They don’t ask questions,
or think beyond the pall.
Such would be extravagant,
risk exposure. Perchance
appear confused, or miss a step
in some mysterious dance.
In a land of safety and security,
the power of conviction never,
ever gets out of their control.
Colorless, they stay forever clever.
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