Nonsensical proportions of theoretical strings
Like evolution's monkeymen describe all things
Quantum mechanics and Einstein's great mind
Still hover at odds and hides here behind
Black holes vibrate and imprison light
The song they sing makes their wrong or right
To be what they are or something not known
Now physics as science has nothing to own
General relativity or magnetics unseen
Philosophize greatly to make real their dream
Can time and space soak up like a sponge
Fight nuclear war with a swordsman's lunge
How many dimesions eleven you say
We're back again to let God save the day
Gravity works but how can it be
If everything happens and nothing you see
'Tis faith in belief the substance of all
That makes that string vibrate when you call
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