01-22-2013, 01:51 AM
I can see how this is developing. I make this move with trepidation.
A Conversation with the Magician’s Rabbit
Bc5
No simple trick,
no sleight, no illusion,
like the cat in the box
(in two states),
I wait
for quantum certainty.
The universe is cold
silk and brimmed
with heat death.
Your stories give us watches.
We are late, ever late.
Even this is perception.
I speak a mystery;
there is no hat.
A Conversation with the Magician’s Rabbit
Bc5
No simple trick,
no sleight, no illusion,
like the cat in the box
(in two states),
I wait
for quantum certainty.
The universe is cold
silk and brimmed
with heat death.
Your stories give us watches.
We are late, ever late.
Even this is perception.
I speak a mystery;
there is no hat.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson