Schrödinger’s Cat

schrodinger's cat.

in a box in two states at once,
dead and alive, what am I
Schrödinger’s cat? sniffing
for mice nose to the ground
I hear the high art of a sparrow sound
I catch honeysuckle scents
in a mire of duplicity or worse
my neurons spell
disparities in verse
they spill from a split skull
from hemispheres like nuts
in walnut shells: heaven
sometimes, sometimes hell
(in dark they switch
so you’re never sure which
will bewitch)

by Jim Culleny 

Schrödinger’s Cat: here and here




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