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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 the honeysuckle scent
in a mire of duplicity or worse:
my neurons spell
disparities in verse
they spill from split skull,
from hemispheres like
convoluted nuts in
walnut shells:
heaven sometimes,
sometimes hell,
in dark they switch
so you’re never sure
which’ll bewitch
by Jim Culleny
10/6/12
Schrödinger’s Cat: here and here
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