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Oct 2013
They are each and all still there
The moments we have lived
Toss them bright up in the air.
Like diamonds out of soil sieved

All exist like coins we've scattered
Time's the path between them taken
We keep the ones that we think mattered.
Memory-sounds like spare-change shaken

Uncertainty too in our exact position
Life's velocity with no certainty known
Entanglement tells naught of the mission
And futures sprout like crystals grown

And thus we dig as life goes on
And smash small things to find their meaning
Until we find our Higgs Boson
The pieces fall and scatter screaming.
A little ditty on the intersection of time, life and everythingness.
ottaross
Written by
ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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   ---, Md HUDA, ---, --- and Isabella Pullivan
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