My First Love Quantum Dance
My first love?
Seems I couldn’t remember precisely
the starting point
of such great occasion
in my biography.
It’s gone out,
hidden,
dissolved
and vanished forever
in kaleidoscope of whirlwind
of my early recollections, visions, fantasies,
and dreams and dreams in dreams.
Or that love just plying quantum trick with us
suggesting multiple options,
when we are with fear and surmise
coming for great choice again?
Input, output or kaput?
The question is still open.
My first love preffered eternal dance?
How could I acted with discrepancy?
From novel "Eleanor Rigby"
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