POEM: To Beat a Conundrum, Or Knot

Sometimes we have the key to our own imprisonment and don’t realize it.

To Beat a Conundrum, Or Knot

A cross
Countless sentries
Cool cats have found themselves
In Schrödinger’s box
Or not
Know lock
And no key
Or no lock
And know key
Or not
And how
Hi the accost
I am just
Calling out
The lockness monster

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