The Quantum Mechanics of Writing

 

A blank page, a hovering pencil -- the fearsome fecundity of Nothing.

Any and all conceivables [dormant and elusive] whisper

like a Quantum foam of virtual ideas.

This seething source of elementary beginnings

may briefly yield a photon of hope

or an electron of despair

only to slip beneath the unfulfilled surface of the possible.

A charmed quark of inspiration may spawn a lingering notion --

if gluons of coherence bind it to a strange quark of beauty.

But the inchoate concept must be fixed by the mordant of imagination

and this turbulent sea soothed with meaning before a cascade of creation

spills forth and the agony of experiment is traced in a celebration

of spirals and curlicues on a page exploding with theories of truth.

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