Am I in a box of quantum of strangeness?
The Supreme knows his microcosmic fix
The largest of us may amass the least
There are countless possibilities that make the tiniest’s feast
And the Supreme steps out to make destiny
There is a brink of destruction and there is an expanding corporeal seam
God is a superposition like an impossibly amazing dream
It is the fixture of our knowing existence that doesn’t, right, seem
The cloud of uncertainty may seem like, but is not chaos
Even the strands of the universe are quantum between us
There is a lie that has stuck for long in our throats
The truth is speechless; please let its silence drive our boats
In our little solar shell, we diurnally see hell
But beyond our sight, in the darkness, evil truly dwells
And I can tell you we think big, but we know not even small
And try as we may, we can never shrink to the size of the know-all
We can manage to read the large print on the wall
But the fine print, we can’t read, its letters are invisibly small
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