A Quantum Poem
This is my quantum poem.
It exists in many places at the same time;
Here and with you, and all the others;
Sometimes in my mind
And sometimes yours.
It is utterly meaningless
And then you find
It contains all the truth of ages.
It is never the same.
When you read it again
It is always different.
The words rearrange themselves.
The meaning changes.
It is made up of symbols
Each one of which means different things
To different people;
Each one of which
Has a different meaning
Within time and context.
The quantum meaning
Makes no sense,
Yet………………..
It is my quantum poem.
When you close the page
It ceases to exist.
Opher – 12.6.2020