Quantum Knots
Draft
(Your not reading this
unless you found tomorrow's memories
tied with quantum strings of hope
and wrapped with small
non-trivial quantum knots)
I hear your singing voice coming through our history-path, voicing notes I love to hear
Whispering a myriad of softly singing echoes, you let me know you’re coming near
I hear your sounds - you Quantum you – I know you’re hovering on the ground
Your cooing quantum-woven singing-threads -singing all the songs I love
But no! This time I’m not listening!
I’ll take a sword to my hand
a shield to my chest
You know the past
always in our history-path
we always take to arms
and fight for our allegiances!
in each history-path we raise our banner
And we sharpen our sword
We shall defend our fields
we defend our honor and our lives
our children, husbands and wives.
We will pull the bow,
we will take the arrow
from its quiver!
a shout …a battle in the air …
… a song in the wind
a rider swept along….
She wore a white flowing dress a scene painted perfect, so the dress billowed some in the wind as she walked across the cliff
Her perfect windy vantage point blowing streams of hair dark across a face that scanned sky and sea, horizon eyes searching for her ship
The howling wind was failing, she knew the hurricane was dieing, so with quantum strings of hope and faith she prayed for sight of mast or flag
for her husband and brethren
they still lived and fought
on their flimsy ship
against an angry sea
She knew
they would fight long and hard
to overcome!
But was her husband coming home?
She whished to know -
that if he were still alive…
would she feel it in her heart?
… and for a time…
… her heart…
… hung …
… in the balance…
Then she knew
They will overcome - breaking through the waves
from all the different memories of her mind
And every song of the history-path,
the men have strength they have talent
they are strong and brave,
he will come home against the wind.
She thought…
… he will hold me in his arms
and kiss my lips again…
a sound ….
a rattle in the wind……
a rider… riding along…
(really draft!!!) (only roughed out here)
I hear your myriad of shimmering echoes. I hear you – you Quantum you – singing in the air
I know your coming, all the thoughts and dreams from all the paths - both hope and fear
in the night in the delusional addiction of unbarable sorrow beging death to bring all your paths together
your selfish strings dragging across the Multiverse with pain and sorrow you can’t even share
I heard you in glory when you rose to overcome, when the band played to bring their hero home
I hear you singing in the song, because you sing too –
you sang all these songs and all-the-other songs… songs a hundred -million strong…
You sung the loops of quantum gravity
and your sound shook the strings of hope - moving even your own human thought
yeah it was you…
because you were there…
you lived your life in a trillion different worlds and you lived a trillion different times
And you lived in all these worlds
because… well, you’re living in this history-path world where your life is
faster than quantum rope
swifter than light
then you don’t remember it
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your writing.. is stange, very intriguing.
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shouldn't what your eluding to be termed quantum entanglement?
Forgive my importunement- i'm sure your a perspicaciously sagacious sage in your own right.
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