I wonder, what if we were just
a cancerous growth
in a giants lil' laboratory
livin' in an aquarium.
Perhaps we're on the inside
of the round earth
with the glowlights bein' turned
on and off in a rhytm.
What do we truly know, but illusion
the stories we tell,
sittin' around a campfire somewhere
with a beer and some bread.
Are we simply relivin' the fluctuations
of the black holes
qvantums in the center of our Galaxy,
trapped in continuum?
I do not know, but fascination
and our imagination
there's an approximation
in this information.
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