Here is an incomparably beautiful poem I wrote

[baboons_in_the_night]

myriads of marbles
streaking in seamless time and bouncing off others;
collapsing their waveforms
and declaring their superpositions;
only probability and observer distortions;
O Heisenberg,what dreadful God
made you open the more dreaded
Pandora's Box of Not-here Not-there.

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Beautiful as the driven snow,isn't it?

But can someone tell me what it means?
:D

[baboons_in_the_night]

Next week I will tell you all a story instead.
;-)

[megri]

We are still waiting