Ω
The quanta ignore our restrictions
flowing where they will, existing
already when you arrive, reminding
sedately of all that is and of what remains
They do not flow, nor move here to there
after all, the motivation is unknown
despite our need for engagement
we trace the particle by whispering
We can not blink to reveal this new
world, a crystal that never breaks
impossible to drop and by its virtue
out of reach in the first place
That place where things fall together
without comfort, without resignation
there is no first among equals here
nothing first at all, only angels
These restraints ignore our description
existing as they will, tranquil in
ways we are not, so we tell ourselves
enough is known, no one dies or
disappears
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