Quantum computers

All that there is,
And all there ever was,
Will soon fit in the palm of your hand.

And All that there there will ever be.
Thanks to the DNA strand,
of the people from the sand.
Before the great flood in a magical land.

Computing in ways we couldent be fazed. 
Out of mind, compute, is not the name.
Entanglement is the phrase. 

This isn’t a game.
And it’s not easy.
It’s hard as far as the mind Frey’s.

Placed, and displayed,
Out of sight,
Between time and space.
“ spooky action at a distance”
Einstein was somthing of a misfit. 

Depending on where you are 
And which way the wind blows
A cry from a far
Light very near dark
It’s a race to a place 
Without a face.

Erase all that was ever there
Maby a solar flare
Like the great flood
And await the eminent 
Quantum era