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Uncertainty Principle


Heisenberg is an archetype of me in seventh Heaven’s Xanadu

Where my glimpse of wavelengths accouchement quantum leap

Savouring life in the bod of a connoisseuse

Amid boundless kahunas in the realm of quiver and cryptic lumen

In empyrean astral anum and continuum of special relativity theory 

My bosom relishes the handsome glow intimacy

Inside phenomenal Seyfert galaxy

Diurnally, Duende oom from gazillions of light-years

Fornax wit, Orion optics, and ultraviolet earthshine tout me.

 

Myriad of visceral mind’s eye theatricals 

Descry luxuriate my heart through osmosis to amorous entanglement

Certainly, he is my moon and sun, beyond insight and sea point

Cruising git-go and omega the entire sleep time

Radix of my soft spot and nursle in lofty awe

Simply kosher for ante in closed eyes of cherry-picked time

For therapeutic rousedness and omphalos to my kaizen

Spring of dulcet in Universe’s spells and nature’s stardust 

Moisten to the hilt of the cast of desires in true dynamics. 

 

Creative conduct completely conditioned me an ignited love

Ticking oppidan Xanadu 

I err by the clock into oblivion

An aha moment by a flash 

seriatim of spatial dimensions 

In ecstatic vibration, he converges with me

In simile to a preterm infant under a kangaroo mother care

My body tots to pivotal celerity of the universal order 

Open light in immaculate whispering psychophysiological alignment. 

 

In phantasm, my heart finds time in the flower of meaning

Tender persistence and intense expression of pleasure 

Deep conjure of equanimity and beseeching realms of treasure

My three-tier sight in appetency homeostatic impulse

He recalibrates my dossier of axioms and souvenirs 

Beyond expression, my aptitude clue me to quandary remodeling 

Quantum paired particles of my thaumaturgic iffy swevens

For love in clockwork twin of mysteries, I would tour Xanadu 

In requiescence with him zero hour to coalesce.

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