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The State Of The Universe
It sits, eternal.
Time is gone.
The Universe stands on and on.
White in black,
or rather void.
This box of tricks
exists un-toyed.
The start makes time,
so no before,
so why should we pretend?
The only riddle of this place,
is how to find the end?
If just the start is finite
then ends are finite too,
unless the start goes on forever.
Could that be true?
But wait, big bang...
are you still here?
Are we still banging?
Yes, that's clear!
A bang is hot,
but what is heat?
A bang inflating won't repeat,
and what is size, but lots of space,
and that stuff's all around the place...
Zip zip!
There's the trick.
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