The silent night sky
Is a beautiful incineration
Of the cosmic entities,
Binding our unraveling reality.
The existence is a lie
Until the perception
Reflects the paradoxical beauty
Of the dimensional complexity.
The entangled truth defies
The human perfection,
Floating in the void for eternity,
The quantum feelings in form of energy.
Then the feet touch the ground,
The soul stretches towards the heaven,
And the scattered body crawls out
From under the shrine's labyrinth.
Remembrance of those past events,
The beheaded old man and the crying daughter,
The flying ashes, portal to the past and future,
Switching places with its antimatter.
Then a new life, the simultaneous butterfly effect,
Along with an unanswerable cry,
The infant experiences a déjà vu,
Where the Satan carries his beheaded head.
The same voices, but different faces,
The same tears, but different affections;
A young woman, beautiful mother,
Turn to dust in the time space curvature.
As they try to rearrange every theory,
The broken concepts turn into circles;
Devils and Angels couldn't survive,
So confusing are these Quantum feelings.