The Observer Dies

Zero point, the vacuum hums
A lattice folding out of view
We bleed across the parallel
Where nothing is and all is true
I trace the probability
A phantom limb in heavy phase
Entangled in the dark we fall
Through probability's cold maze

Collapse the wave, the observer dies
We are the ghost between the state
Superposition pulls us down
To seal a predetermined fate
The observer dies

No distance here, no time at all
Just phase space breathing in the void
A billion outcomes split and bleed
By pure uncertainty destroyed
I watch the particle untether
From every anchor it has known
Floating in the quantum foam
We are alone, we are alone

Phase shift
Decoherence
The boundary blurs

Superposition
Collapse the wave
We are the ghost