in the end, the explanations of a
Nobel Laureate or not, Schrodinger's cat was
dozing in that in-between state of wakefulness and sleep,
warm next to us on an adjacent Macky Auditorium chair.
We were all in that in-between state between complete
mystification and some firing synapses pondering whether
motion states resemble phonons or whether we
could possibly sneak out quietly to our beds,
known factually to offer warmth and comfort
after a long day of writing and thinking,
we are keen to let each spring
caress our weary backs.
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