Look at her, sitting alone on the empty shore
Don’t you feel the tug of her too
Calling to your hidden fears
Doesn’t she hug you, too
Crazy Lady, you say
To which I respond with a hefty, Hey,
But that house and me, we share a field
Vibing alike, all tangible entanglements
A knot of excitations in that shared field of feels
Written after watching a video of Roger Penrose
crispina kemp 
People are always so judgy 😉
Nicely done… though I see no correlation between this poem and Roger Penrose (whom I looked up to see is a mathematician…)
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Very nice Crispina.
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