Quantum Entanglement

by Sigma

our hands touch

fingers meet, splay, and fold.

before observe, there was only behold.

ocean breeze, gold-dappled seas.

brought to selfsame sense of being.  

the tiny buds of spring

are the same as the birds that sing.

All radiating forever “Glory be”.

the twist of the knife

is the same embattled strife.

All discordant phrase

—even they say, there is no binary.

the sunlight being the same as moonlight.

The beads of our souls are blended,

perpetuating rapidly in rivulets across time.