The Universe,                                  December 2002

    My quest for simplicity has led to convolution,
    Every revolution spins round the solution,
    As I dismiss my physical constitution,
    Every earthly thought just adds to the pollution,
    My certitude’s stronger than thoughtless locution,
    My resolution would survive through a mock execution.
 

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