The Curse.

Grab a pinch  of quantum soup

mix with fresh picked arrowroot,

 

NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.

gasping gluts of interstellar air

with corona of Altair,

NETURON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.

dying light of Betelgeuse 

cast around him double thrice,

NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.

 

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◄ Wowsers in my trousers

After Christmas. ►

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Bonaparte's

Fri 3rd Aug 2018 14:05

Hi, yes very difficult concept to grasp. Thanks very much.

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 3rd Aug 2018 11:45

I recently attempted to write about "remote entanglement" and this piece of writing somehow made me think of that, and how understanding of such a concept is currently beyond my comprehension.

I wonder what this curse might be good for, I'm going to conduct a ceremony and see what happens. I'll let you know.

Nice idea and a good poem, very creative.

I like the Napoleonic references btw, the Sphinx and name.

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