Science is nothing more than make-believe and superstition,
and as these fantasies are unobservable, their sums are the
logic & proof for all of the pretty theories - all we can achieve
is to live in Alice's Wonderland - as thus providing metaphors
For poets & artists alike in a superstition that gravity organises
galaxies with their spinning stars - and as we cannot see what
prevents everything from getting sling-shot away into space -
Hey presto! All al-fresco, we just dream up an invisible World
A magic place in which we dwell - for this science is the best
hocus-pocus there is…
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