Clothed in white against the window,
Backlit by the salt glare emptiness
Of winter’s brazen stare, you sit
Composed, a grin flashes and fades,
Whole worlds rise and fall behind your eyes,
You say nothing.
The love that breathed here
Once feels evanescent now, concealed
Behind statistical probabilities
Like an atom in the quantum field,
Taking shape only when observed.
The inner workings of the world
Invite us to a different view.
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