this is the message popping into existence
from the imagination-quantum realm
short-lived in duration, no one at the helm
pop-in, pop-out, what's it all about?
entangle, disentangle, this weird tango!
with bills to pay we've gone astray
there once was a super-mango!
but now we have to pray
nothing matters, life in tatters
the countdown has begun
earthquake 1 - the starting gun,
many more to come,
horrors manifold increase in sum
infinity, sequentially, abysmally,
return. to the beginning. or the end.
time stops when you're not looking
then resumes - still no one's friend.
this physical form - a loose end
everything will be tied together again
the brotherhood of man,
the sisterhood of w-an.
O Water, most sublime!
mend you best you can
there is no more
at the core
there is
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