Quantum Entanglement

our hands touch

fingers meet, splay, fold

before observe, there was behold

ocean breeze, gold-dappled seas

brought to selfsame sense of being

tiny buds of spring

are the same as birds that sing

radiating forever “Glory be”

the twist of the knife

is the same embattled strife

all discordant phrase

—even they say, there is no binary

sunlight being moonlight

beads of our soul blend,

perpetuating rapidly in rivulets across time.

-Sigma