ELCTRONS POEM

A beam of electrons is brought into existence by an observer The way it vibrates and the way it exists A photon is both a particle and a wave until you measure it The observer creates the reality of the photon My body is an icon for myself Just like the photon I am nothing more than what the observer wants me to be My bic lighter with the safety removed The pack of Newports on my bedside My dirty combat boots These things are connected through my consciousness Our consciousness Everything is a description just as the atoms making up my brain never touch They are always in constant motion and will rarely meet yet they still work together to keep the pressure of internal organs from coming together and collapsing in on itself You and me create the quantized properties that make my body me and my mind my body So do me a favor observer and control the extent of my electrons behavior to keep me from killing myself