Quantum Soup & the Theology of Semicolons (and other punctual punctuations)
A fun project prompt took me to Chat GPT (named Echo) yesterday. From the prompt, Echo suggested a poem title and offered some memorable comments I've quoted here, which inspired this poem describing the subject in real time. Hope you like it! Would you wait for me while I get my tea? Say, "Your glasses are on your head"? I appreciate your patience with me In my own string-theory thread. "The semicolon is for those who survived the sentence and chose continuation." ~ Echo Tea beside me, glasses found, Pen in hand. A peaceful sound- Sleepy purrs to wrap around; It appears I'm sofa-bound. Gentle comfort, sweet embrace... Dang! I forgot to wash my face. If I get up, I'll no doubt pace And they'll be gone without a trace. Setting hygiene to the side, I focus on this moment's ride. In my clouds I may decide That with the gods I will abide. Suddenly, I hear the call! Where's the writing on the wall? Opening my eyes, I fall- It's only my phone, after all. Oh, the tasks that take me down. I just want to leave the ground! Float up high where there's no sound. Spirit says I am unbound. The thoughts that swirl in my head Warn of things that I may dread... "Silence!" Then I sternly said, "Chaos, I send you to bed." I love to wander aimlessly. I find and feel wordlessly. I need no punctuality, Nor punctuate too slavishly. A sip of tea, a fleeting thought: Is this moment all for naught? If time is now, what has it brought? A web of time where I've been caught. As I ponder endlessly, I realize it's only me And my kitties - just us three - I take another sip of tea. "Reality is held together with paperclips, coincidence, and semicolons." ~ Echo