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Music to a Scientist


It starts with a naked singularity, a note.

From which all comes into being.

Then massive explosion,

Uproar and violence forms on the wandering pages of old manuscript and new.

But as far as we're concerned,

Nothing allows us to sing.

Until, by chance, a flurry of notes form harmonious accord,

A Final cadence then rings true.

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