Heisenberg is not your friend.
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Would you want, in the end, to know
No such luck. Bend
to see the object, hot and bright,
of your desire. Any movement
changes light. Your eye, warm metal,
glides like wind. Unseen but stiff enough
to stretch and send dry leaves against
the wooden fence. A scratch heard faintly
by the one you stalk.
slowly, softly past.
The warmth of want
will alter orbits, warp fine lines
and change the curve and comfort of her path.
Note: this poem was written, on a dare, in 45 minutes on the random topic of "quantum physics." Thanks to my friend Ruth for the suggestion.
I blog irregularly at TinkerX. I'm also on Twitter. @andyhavens, go figure.