No Pangs Of Guilt Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

No pangs of guilt find reason's season. Sin
Or virtue are judgemental values set,
Play games synaptic as mind's second bet?
Answers from which few gain obtain within.
N dimensions quantum photons spin
Ground here, sky there, both cloned, uncloned, forget
Same dreams as teams they memorised, and yet
Once here, now nowhere, thin edged wedge can twin.
Free heart can chart fresh start, spurn static din,
Grow, flow, know physics can't code kith, kin. Let
Understanding flowers; foreclosing fret,
In absence, presence, as a second skin.
Life's change range strange acrostic here can show
That little matters where two, sharing, grow.