There's a hum beneath everything —
not a sound, but a knowing,
like reality is holding its breath.
Electrons drift
between maybe and maybe-not,
their paths dissolving
before they're born.
I watch the air shimmer,
and I can almost feel
how the act of seeing
tugs the world a little closer.
Maybe that's all the universe is —
a pulse of attention
folding in on itself,
asking quietly,
"Are you watching?"
YOU ARE READING
ChatGPT Poetry
PoetryA 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...
