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As the light dyed 
kaleidoscopes of colors ‘cross her face, 
her amethyst eyes beheld the look of
wonder that he chased
and as her wonder curtsied,
she dipped fingers in his wine
and out of blood, in afterglow
he bit her wrists and thighs

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When I am old

it will be okay for me to talk to old man snake

out in the sun

up the spine of Canyon de Chelly

I will be beveled like stained glass

with sunshine in my veins

and sand underneath my fingernails

When I have the luxury of being gray

and bent over the mesa in my many skirts

it will be okay for me to be crazy

and tell the stories

about the rattler who fell in love with me

when I was a young woman

He was old and lonely

tired of coiling around rocks

and I came with bruises on my lips

and cherries in my little apron

our from the hogan

where eagle sat drying his drunken youth into an aging man’s 

dying liver

Jack Daniels dripping down his fingertips

with my blood

Old Man Rattler loved my youth

he came to eat the cherries from my palm

and pull me into the shadow of his rock from the burning Arizona 

sun

he coiled me into his dreams

shifting me across a thousand miles of sand and mesas on sleek

belly

and scales

he kissed me a thousand times

deep inside my heart from the cold desert night

we watched the stars

and he dreamed of being human again

and knocking the hell out of the jackal for this bad joke of a forked 

tongue

and unhinged jaw

and I dreamed myself into the stars

out of the blood taste in my mouth

and the bruised taste on my soul

When I am an old woman

it will be okay for me to talk to rattlesnakes

and to find the rock

in canyon De Chelly

for my bones

but for now

I cannot talk to snakes

and my manicure must be perfect

and my hair must hide the silk strand of white at the temples

with gold

But one day I will be old

and I will be happy

in my big skirts

and my wrinkled skin

rattling bones

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Copyright 2012 by Victoria Selene Skye-Deme; Images: The Nude Snake Charmer by Paul Desiré Trouillebert circa 1880; Detail of Snake Women by Boris Vallejo.

She engendered a quantum leap of thought 
entangled in a prismatic locomotion forward
she had meant to do nothing more
than dream the afternoon away in a briar patch 
became instead ethereal property by chance
between the mind of a man and a piece of glass
divided in a chemical downpour
a pulse of energy
she separated
became dual hope in the split 
linked to a crystal doppelganger 
their palms described in a press against the membrane 
of twin stars
spatially separated
inside a partitioned crystal ball;
space convulsed
matter shifted
under a universal microscope 

“She is the ultimate definition of the EPR paradox.”
said the pointed little man in a gray coat
he thumbed an ancient papyrus
interconnecting
uncertain correlations
between the view of the alabaster specimen
and her smoky twin
displaced outside a nucleus
that could not quite be defined as matter
yet was

The modern day mythic speculation
spun an indeterminate spiral
from its helix
but only in theory
until the white queen leaned in and gave it a spin
with her sweet breath
in a single state
doubling it
into myriad sighs

She came together at the apex
a fragment
a gorgeous postulation in feathers
to be measured
and correlated
for opposites and similarities
the gulf between the two
irrelevant as the pearls that fell from a strand
dived through sea foam
to become
notes
in a world drowned in blues
and trillions of thoughts bumping the waves

“If you can for a moment look at her as a theory, the hidden variables may be inclined
to disengage from her secret myth existence and give themselves a moment to breathe, to amuse and inspire.”
said the man in the tan coat;
the audience pressed their foreheads
against the glass
into a hypersonic whisper
as the dualities smiled and decided to give them a show
and began to communicate with one another

An induced collision moved her to separate her layers
give birth to her hidden self
as the area decayed around them
they had no choice but to relink in a brand new way
on a brand new day
that sent the branch of quantum physics
into a tizzy

Relativistically speaking
space and time are the best joke ever played on man
reasonable modicums of perception are rarely spicy enough
for such a sharp species
ambiguous states spun through the nucleus of a gem like atom
will rarely bring about a validation of theorems
inside the generic realms of physics;
to be in this predicament
the woman had to shed her ego
and step out of her cell
into a metaphysical bath
take the quantum leap of division
to allow them to observe her distinct value
squared

The woman had unintentionally stepped on the ultimate thorn
in a briar patch out of a creation myth steeped in a chemical dream
of the quantum entanglement theory ;
she looked at her reflection
except it wasn’t a reflection
at all


Schrödinger shrugged out of his string coat
smiled from a pleat of a lotus
and let the cat out of the box

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Copyright 2012 by Victoria Selene Skye-Deme; Painting: CamCreativeArt.Uk.com

*This poem was written after I challenged Selene to interpret the physics theory of quantum entanglement, in which a particle is split into two separate particles that, contrary to the laws of physics, appear able to interact at the speed of light.  The two particles always have opposite properties.  For instance, if one spins clockwise, the other will instantly start spinning counterclockwise.

Stanza 1: A particle such as an proton is split into two particle (twins) with opposite properties (one dark and one light), most likely using a magnetic field.

Stanza 2: The physicist explains that the twin particles defy the laws of nature by communicating instantly.

Stanza 3: One particle changes the direction of the spin, causing her dark twin to do the same.

Stanza 4: A more detailed description of how the laws of physics are defied.  Time is measured in indivisible units known as chronons (represented by the pearls), but there are no chronons separating the twin particles.

Stanza 5:  The twin particles conspire to give a show to their human observers.

Stanza 6:  The show includes the warping of space and time.

Stanza 7: “Relativistically speaking space and time are the best joke ever played on man…”  Current physics knowledge shows that neither time nor space are constant (both can be compressed or expanded,as described by the equation E=MC squared), and time may be an illusion unique to our universe.  The twin particles demonstrate this.

Stanza 8:  The light twin ponders her dark twin.

Stanza 9:  Quantum physics takes on the properties of magic, with physicists as magicians. (References also to Pandora’s Mythical Box of evil (containing the atomic bomb) and Schrodinger’s Cat, a physics thought-experiment).