Bubbling worlds; a frothy mix
Once creations fuse is lit
There's no recalling matter, spewing
As it fills up the world we're viewing
With one accord, we're conclusive
That the photons light intrusive
Points the way to the centrifuge
In which our worldly atoms brewed
And mind's contained of that same pot
From which we guts and sinews got.
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