01/07/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
Sometimes I’m not sure
And I feel a little like Heisenberg
Trying to measure momentum and position
But coming squarely undone.
It’s not that I think you’re a wave
Or a particle fixed in space,
I’m just constantly in doubt
About where it is we are going.
Were love as simple as physics
I’d have a glorious PhD
In what it is to be in love
But maybe not what it is to be loved.
Perhaps we are Fourier transforms –
Two corresponding bases in space –
The magnetic potential between us
Absolutely, undeniably true.
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