Kicking Schroedinger's Cat

Just a little poem about science, sorta'

Gliding through electrons
on cloudless cold city nights
I break the wake
of particle-waves
emitted by fluorescent lights
as the universe rolls
forward in frames
like the corner
of a picture book
flipping

Static but active
these frames
have no need
of predecessor
or justification
they simply exist
like the light, but as well
could end
with the flick
of a switch

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