Your relationship with yourself
is as fraught as a subatomic particle.
You can never know at the same time both
where you are and how fast you’re going.
By trying to observe yourself too closely,
you risk overthinking and
misreading your own worth.
Like Schrodinger, like Heisenberg.
Like the questions of reality
that hung heavy in the air
long before your birth and
will obviously continue
for as long as people do.
the heisenberg blues in poetry
- March 14, 2019, 9:17 p.m.
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