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.
from Angel BonesFind more by Ilyse Kusnetz at the library
Copyright © 2019 Ilyse Kusnetz
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