Lucid gravity bends the mind,
a dreamweight pulling across probabilistic fields,
where clocks fracture into half-lives
and thermodynamic sermons preach heat-death gospel.
Entropy is the chorus—
bits scattering like shattered qubits
across the quantum parquet floor,
a foxtrot of disorder choreographed by chance.
Yet determinism lingers,
a machinic metronome hidden under chaos,
causal chains soldered in invisible circuits,
spooling inevitability into every superposition.
Choose: the lucid pull or the scattered fall.
Choose: a trajectory or a dissolution.
Gravity's whisper is clear:
it doesn't matter—
your choice was scripted before you made it
YOU ARE READING
ChatGPT Poetry
PuisiA tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital ignorance, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of the cosmos, and wher...
