What error correcting code could cross the much vaunted gap
Of people as particles, or functions of an ever fluctuating wave?
Attraction and repulsion are forces, of matter, they don't,
At least not in this microscopic slice of world
Ruled by chance and spontaneous emergence.
Pity the observer who measures memory and longing,
Bewildered at the vast distance to the nucleus of a heart,
And the dizzying collisions that never constitute lasting bonds.
No individual can exist undefined by relationship to another,
Or others, but this is where the instrumental trap of the observer
For that brief instant he and she answer the equation,
Only to discover a future seething with uncertainty,
That unkind destruction wrought by knowledge.