It is a many-worlded view interpretation
basic time
before it was of independant thought.
Cutting strings off here
and in this other world there reattached.
Linear or parallel you are here, I am.
Science is behind all Gods, or so religion thinks
interpretation of the end before again, it starts.
Children, truth bombs are big bangs that hang
from there to here.
Needles being
threaded by an eye that can not see.
And by teaching children
teachers are
the reason you are here.
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