Conviction In this gray zone, I am Schroedinger's cat. Dead or alive? Sinner or saint? In indeterminate state I exist, cut off from conscience by dark closet walls until You open my box. But in the light, I collapse into awful certainty.
Clarence Thompson's Questions:
1. Is the meaning of the poem clear?
2. Is the reference to "Schroedinger's cat" too obscure?
Thank you very much!