String Theory
To log relations between us
We measure using space and time;
Once past the atavistic state,
In a freshly realised state,
Now threaded on the primal slate,
The strings of space and time vibrate;
Before this stitch in time, what was?
Just a piece of membranous string?
I like the thought that everything
Hangs on the thinnest piece of string;
It’s why we get ourselves in knots,
And why we feel so all strung out.
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