Quantum Howl: A Cry from the Hilbert Abyss

I saw the angel-headed physicists, fevered and unshaven,
hypnotic by screens in the neon midnight, charting spectral labyrinths,
Dirac’s kets piercing the void, von Neumann’s matrices bleeding probability,
their Hilbert playground a carnival of collapsing clowns,
vectors spinning like dervishes drunk on imaginary wine—

who superimposed! Superimposed! α|0⟩ and β|1⟩ screaming
through the asylum of possibilities, their squared souls split
by the Born Rule’s roulette, |ψ⟩ a shivering ghost
haunting the cat’s coffin, half-alive, half-dead,
both! both! until the dice of God clatter down—

Measurement! O Measurement! The guillotine of certainty,
slicing the quantum soup into jagged eigen-shards,
leaving |0⟩ stark as a corpse, |1⟩ howling in the void—
no return, no retreat, the gamble etched in light’s ledger—

who mixed states in whiskey glasses, density matrices swirling
with classical tears and entanglement’s venom,
each qubit a fractured mirror, reflecting a thousand maybes—

Time’s pendulum! Unitary evolution’s waltz, Schrödinger’s top
spinning, spinning, through the Dirac Sea’s tide,
Hamiltonian hands steering the ship of state
through the storm of ħ and i—reversible! Reversible!
as if time were a Mobius strip, eaten by Ouroboros—

Entangled! Entangled! Bell’s star-crossed lovers,
(|00⟩ + |11⟩)/√2, a scream stitching space-time’s fabric,
measure one and the other shudders, ghostly fingers
clutching across light-years—spooky! spooky! Einstein’s nightmare
twitching in the crypt of cosmic jest—

Quantum detectives! Tomography’s mad scribes,
X-raying shadows in a million-dimensional night,
each photon a pixel, each collapse a clue—
10-qubit sphinxes laughing, their riddles veiled
in a fog of exponentials—

Mothers of qubits! Fathers of crypto-dreams!
Your children inherit the teleportation dawn,
their minds a wildfire of superposition, dancing
on the edge of the classical chasm—

O quantum kin! Your state vectors bloom like neon fungi
in the cave of observation,
your wavefunctions humming the anthem of maybe,
until the dice fall, the curtain drops,
and the cosmos holds its breath—
a single, shattered note in the symphony of |ψ⟩!