A Universal Creation
The creation...a universal explanation both mythological and scientific...of the tiniest atom to the greatest god or gods,
A parallel of theories meant to strangle the logic of the mind...to pressure new thought and profound conformities,
A light at the end of a universe of infinite super massive blackholes...to stretch beyond the speed of anything faster,
The tangible evidence of a Higgs field...nay a Higgs bosom that collectively gathers both life and death...organic or molecular.
Could it have been from the ends of nirvana...a new start among an endless supply of potential paths awaiting,
A timeline of historical greatness or malice that is simply a spec of dust among the great flap of the universal rug,
The home of galaxies all vying for the expansion and contraction of itself...continuous movements making it hard,
The drumroll of the war is coming...streamline particles making their way to collisions with others on the opposite end.
Like a doorstep the blackholes await the next big thing...a planets subdivision or the many light filled streams carrying on,
Potential mitosis on a grand scale...splitting universes into multiverses like the very cell would do to regenerate another,
Call it a big bang...the expansion of infinite particles stemming from the purest source found unwaivering,
Other hands may call it the beginning of time...the man with the plan and an upstanding hand of cards consisting of a royal flush.
What a glorious spec our universe most certainly is...mythology created by the men of the stars...space cruiser landing to scope,
From one planet to another...terraform this or naturally recreating that...those of bold and upstanding direction,
But yet from the outside looks simply like a virus of a host...traveling and attempting and domineering over another,
The billions upon trillions of potentials our many universes state and restate infinitely...ever changing but started most certainly from somewhere.
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