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the Universe, a self-defining everything but then, what of the Cosmos wherein we all dwell? that big bang blast, forever on a far-flung fling from beyond and within which, lurks heaven and hell gargantuan pile-up, a collision of four ephemeral figments; can they really be real? or like drugs and religion at perception's door strange phantom shapes swirl around and regale but there is method in madness, science and hope there are leaps to imagine, refute and confirm more dreams in philosophy than mystical dope from below and above, there is light to discern like quantum uncertainty, light flickers down deep as dim microwave background imprints the sky with inflated fluctuations that let us take a peep at the character of Cosmos and the question why more questions of time, of the before and after of the the nature of boundary, the shape of space does Cosmos have siblings to join the laughter and what of the parents, is there even a trace? sub-universe islands in parallel dimension many-world solutions or division at source multiverse plethora, too many to mention whilst down in the jungle, monkeys have "branes" of course furiously typing, they have weird stories to tell black and white worm holes through the fabric of space-time naked singularities down gravity's well mad virtual particles waving two-faced rhyme what can the matter be with fermion display? baryons race round on large hadron collider a maniacal meson streaks on her cosmic ray as queer quarks they wriggle and wiggle inside her forces foregather, carrier bosons assemble they are weak and strong and electromagnetic look out for gravitons in deep layer tremble and for throngs of 'anti's' so short lived and hectic hard to pin down, gravity is ever so grave it works well on top but then not on the bottom quantum mechanics have lost their grip on this knave squeeze relativity, they end up with flotsam we continue to search for theories of everything but as our knowledge grows so we seem to know less order from chaos, eleven-dimensional string but scientific method is bound to impress shows shadowy figures emerging back stage massive dark matter, galactic wove-weaving weft supercluster filaments of incredible age quiet cosmological constant, so crafty and deft dark energy pressure, a spontaneous froth when Einstein met this one, his mistaken mistake for empty space vacuum expands like bubbling broth accelerating Cosmos, seems real not fake let's measure the temperature, hot or cold from the time big bang, fiery frenzy of heat to near absolute zero, spread thin and so old as stars whimper out and have very cold feet our enemy entropy, remorseless build-up heat and information, must it all dissipate? but let us drink wild elixir, fill up the cup then push positive feedback before it's too late watch stars spring from nurseries to nurse their own brood by these bright young lights Cosmos knows it's around infant intelligences with novel thoughts for food we are its star stuff, so let's not snuff out our sound

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