In flash of time mid solar sway
some swirling strands of DNA
begat the beings that we know
in earthly ages long ago
concocted out of astral clay.
M-Theory's profuse array
has cast us in this matinée
albeit but a cameo
in flash of time.
Can we not while away our day
with other than fray after fray
as players in immense tableau,
spontaneous creation's show,
of cosmic multiverse ballet
in flash of time?
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