People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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The luscious longitude of creation,
languid latitude of space and time.
Embodied in a being so gigantic
we barely imagine we’re but part.
Infinitesimal, until we grow vast
Think a body made in the image of
a cosmos, embodying everything,
nothing. Long before time began.
If it indeed ever did so. Until long
after it and we are all passed away.
Take a picture, send an e-mail, text.
Or any of the more recent methods,
modalities? Letters and cards seem
slow. So slow, compared to calling
friends, speaking person to person.
Yet conjoined protons, responding
to whatever stimuli is received. No
matter how great the distance. So, I
wonder, if scientists observe, direct
parallel protons into opposite states
Will the universe end, when they are
both and neither particle nor wave?
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