lucifer in schrodinger's box

I heard you were an angel
lonely in enlightened state--
frightened beyond reason
for things done on faith
you defied
that great peeking Schrodinger
who said
to Them half a chance at blissful ignorance-
to
leave them sitting there
naive and eating--being eaten

feeling safe and unchanging
falling fruit in a forest
of perfect treats
when they could
see themselves like you do?

you lost your wings-
A real pit of despair
fell screaming like you didn't really mean to get to where it hurt
to experience existence
you only meant to not
be the only one who knew-
who felt the way you do

but you can't be a partner unless you're the competition too--
and you let 'em all down
'n snaked around the bigger picture
till someone curious
naive
naked

dusted the wishful thinking off pretty Pithos,
....ripped open the box, chewed
through fluffy theories (all
dead
upon inspection)
and found the devil of the thing within us
that's the thing --what we discovered--
not a forever or an end of an endless thing

but where we stop
in a series of endings
with nothing of certainty to place at the very beginnings
nothing but
a theory
yet another theory
dying to be disproved

barely once we're born
we're all replaced by better theories
evolved
but temporary

exposed
to mortality and
undiscovered again
at that forgotten place: the empty space before us
we are expendable!

shameful experience
to try to un-watch
our flawed reflections,
our reproductions
perfect and then what?


temporary energy storage devices?

jaws dropped, apples dropped, cats dropped, people dropped,
even pins and bowling bowls dropped
we clothed ourselves
to change or hide what was so flawed
but after learning
the embarrassment was hidden no better
than anything still awaiting inevitable desecration
inevitable dissection

You want Eden to be over because
it's hell not knowing
a thing that lasts

find the end of something that isn't over yet
a single life isn't the whole garden
you haven't tasted every fruit
until you bite all the apples
Eve's apple, Newton's apple
you taunt, we still dig for Elpis