So, I was here watching Schrödinger’s cat, Now it’s both dead and alive: How it has managed this, I do not know. Somehow, though, it did contrive So both to be and to not-be at once Putting poor Hamlet to shame: So the old Law of Non-Contradiction’s Broken, and I am to blame. So in … Continue reading "Schrödinger’s Cat"
You know, it’s possible I’ll fall. I’m trying something I’ve not tried: But if I do, I’ll land okay, And prob’ly only bruise My pride
A tiny cat named Camden Yards, At least, that’s what we call her; She hangs out at the depot, there Amid the noise, and squalor, And sometimes quiet of a morn. Where she sits still, and purring — A tiny cat named Camden Yards, Who monitors Transferring
We edit constantly The colors that we allow To cross our eyes The problems we will Admit to And the stomachs Needing feeding Whose voices we Will choose To hear
It used to be, disorder was The rule of my existence; But then I found these magic cats, And learned about persistence They taught me about liberty, And honor, and adventure: I came to realize my life Was little but indenture A bit of sallow love within A skin of pure corruption, That I'd have … Continue reading "Magic Cats"
there’s much to fear, where’er we go, and life will not quite go to plan: we all survive as best we know, and anyway we can there’s much to worry on, and fear is constant to us thinking lot; the pain’s approaching – maybe here – and sooner than we thought there’s much to contemplate, … Continue reading "there’s much"
A sentinel upon a wall, Awake within a sleepy town; No fear of weather, foe, or fall, Alert for all that’s going down The cars go by, the people pass: But still, awaiting Fortinbras, The guardian sits by the gates And calmly watches on, and waits
An observation about types of human nature.
Be at peace.