Poems

Between the states of zero and one, A story of a search has just begun. Not here, nor there, but everywhere at once, A probabilistic dance for many months. In the cool embrace of the dilution fridge, We build the beams and cross the bridge. Where coherence lives and decoherence dies, Beneath the weight of analytical skies.

A heartbeat measured in gigahertz, In the cathedral of the circuit board. Current flows like a river of light, Through the architecture of the night. We trace the lines of the mask and die, A microscopic world beneath the eye. Where logic meets the physical plane, In the intricate dance of the silicon grain.