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11. Schrödinger Soliloquy II (4 ways)

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Four ways to view a soul: each fragment a path, each reflection a different truth. Placeholder image by Midjourney v7.



Schrödinger Soliloquy II (4 ways)



In the crucible of choice, I stand alone,
A shattered mirror, reflecting shards of soul.


 

To forge ahead or yield to undertow?
Each path a perilous journey, still unknown.


 

The voices whisper, "Surrender, cease the fight,"
Yet in the depths, a rebel spark ignites.



"The void will soothe, oblivion will save,"
"Persist, resist, let hope rewrite this night."



I am the chessboard, king and pawn in one,
Each move a battle, ending scarce begun.



The game is rigged, the rules a twisted jest,
But still I play, for in the play I’m blessed.


 

Though scarred and weary, I will rise again,
For I have grown beneath the weight of pain.



A phoenix born of ashes and of tears,
With wings of wisdom, forged by countless years.


 

In sorrow’s crucible, I’ve been refined,
A tapestry of wounds and grace entwined.



Each thread a story, each scar a sacred sign,
Of battles fought, of losses, victories mine.



I choose to dance amidst the flames once more,
To craft a life from fragments on the floor.



For in this struggle lies a strange sweet art,
Transforming brokenness to healing’s start.



I am the alchemist, the lead, the gold,
The tale unfinished, waiting to be told.



So I’ll rewrite this ending, line by line,
And prove that hope, not death, will be the sign.





Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

 

 

The concluding poem embraces ambiguity and the radical potential of choice. Inspired by quantum uncertainty, it explores multiple pathways through despair and hope, leaving the final outcome suspended, yet ultimately gesturing towards the power of self-authorship.

 

 

This poem explores conflicting paths and can be read in several ways:


 

1. Reading only the first line of each couplet for one narrative. 
2. Reading only the second line of each couplet for an alternative narrative. 
3. Reading the couplets sequentially as an internal dialogue. 
4. Combining lines from different couplets to find other nuances.




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The Triangle

Standing there suspended 

Between the heavens and 

The abyss I am at the 

Pinnacle of the Triangle 

 

Time stands still my 

Heart is in my throat 

The spirit is willing 

But my calculations are weak 

 

Casting this fragile apparatus  

Off the precipe 

The rush of cool air 

The thrill of adrenaline  

 

I am following an parabol-ic

Path if only I

Could get my co-ordinates

Right I might transform


This one way trip to

A stable orbit somewhere

Beyond this light-cone - my

Focci approaching infinity


Thought I'd triangulated my position 
 
But the hypoteneus curves
 
Spaceandtime warps my 
 
evolving perspective


 

I am accelerating along 

A 3-second path I cannot predict 

Light itself appears to wrap around me 

Until I am swallowed by the deep 

 

When I finally surface again 

Time and space have  

Resumed but the vertigo 

Of total relativity remains 

 

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