Schrödinger’s Cat
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I’m in a box in two states at once,
dead and alive —what am I
Schrödinger’s cat sniffing out mice
nose to the sky?
I hear the high art of a sparrow sound,
I catch a honeysuckle’s scent
in a mire of duplicity or worse,
my neurons spell disparities in verse
which oscillates in a split skull,
slides between hemispheres
resembling convoluted nuts in
walnut shells:
heaven sometimes, sometimes hell;
(in dark they switch —or not) so,
you can never be sure
which’ll bewitch
by Jim Culleny
10/6/12