On behalf of Erwin Schroedinger ...

Erwin Schroedinger's Poet On the wall, mirror bright reflecting beams from ceiling light I gaze upon my skin and eyes - the bumps and freckles tell no lies Through the wall the outside hums cars and trains and footstep strums Voices rasp their rattled tones to the beat of percussive bones Wall of sound without eyes I hear the murmur of their cries as ceiling's beam of probing light captures me…