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Quantum Fantasy

by Crystalwizard

Reach up,
grab for those lights.
They shimmer, don’t they?
Glitter.
Twinkle.
Call to you like candle flames call to moths.
Reach...
and fall into quantum soup.
Swirl around.
Spin.
Tangle with yourself
and shoot off in opposite directions.
Lift your hand,
grasp the stars,
and realize...
nothing is real.


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