Because if no one’s looking, your atoms
might choose to go through both quantum
slits by accident, and we can’t have that.
Because if I look into your eyes,
even a billion years after the original
quantum experiment, I’ll find you again.
We’ll be entangled then, whether this universe
is the Matrix, or a hologram, our patterns
depending on one another to exist.
They say it’s consciousness that keeps us
together, space and time a cloud of illusions.
So I’ll wait as long as it takes, sweet one—
You’re mine, the moment our eyes meet.
Copyright © 2019 Ilyse Kusnetz
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