Hidden All Around
When I look upon the cosmos,
My imagination leads the way.
As my vision seeks a quantum level,
That I may be able to display.
Lately my attention has focused upon,
The information that's all to move.
Where it's neither created or destroyed,
Simply there to change its groove.
So with all this info transport, it's
No wonder the universe doesn't end.
I mean, it kinda makes that 'super-highway',
Look like an ant trail we can't befriend.
Makes me wonder about all this traffic,
Or how this data merges without a jam.
Maybe that's when secrets can cause
Congestion, & the drivers fail the exam.
What's known is that information is constant &
Considerable, virtually spilling over from time to time.
And while it can occasionally be delayed, it will
Never stop, since that would be a real crime.
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