Quantum Ghosts

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Mar 03, 2024 

Quantum
ghosts.
Eyes open,
world
unfolds.
Reality,
smack dab
in the
face.
Force
fed
what’s
apparent,
what’s
real!
What’s
real?
Base
reality.
Quantum
realm’s
probabilistic.
Multiple
states
simultaneously.
Base
reality.
Infinite
possibilities
probabilities.
All at
once.
Field
of ghosts
staring
back.
Looking
around.
Seeing
reality
from
different
perspectives.
All,
just as
real.
Substantive.
Just
a different
point of
view.
Quantum
realm.
Base
reality.
Anything’s
possible.
Everything’s
real!
Ghosts
in fuzzy
probabilities.

 

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