Everywhere, shape-shifty paradigms are here to stay.
What is true today is not truly true today.
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There is a vortex in heaven, a wide black hole
that vacuums up our fighting light and life of ease,
swallows it whole, takes our savage gods, leaves disease;
Hamlet's quantum Be Not Be-- it's Macbeth's null role.
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The highway sign reads: EVENT HORIZON AHEAD.
We have been seeing it for many dark miles now.
So exciting, getting closer, hungry, then wow,
Mickey D's! But no: South of the Border instead.
Way down in Dixie, where they once played with matches
and almost lit the whole place on fire-- for nothing.
Monsters from the deepest black lagoon, self-loving
firecrackers; Oh say, can you see, Empire's ashes?
