Numbers factors that limit us
Now measured a thing tethered
To the limits of its parameters
Once we know all that matters
We tend to file our findings forever
Ultimately the laws of nature are such
That everything is always in balance
And everything is always in flux
Nothing else matters that is the crux
These are the physical absolutes
That account for everything else
Counting things limits their parameters
Accounting multiplies it's diameters
Expediential to infinity It continues
Now that we have the how and the why
We can manipulate nature so what why
‘Cus all that is left is the balance and and flux
Now we can change what matters to us
And we want to we will construct
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