Quantum Mechanics
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Many labor over little things
Keeping close to cardboard-hands
They love these hands
They love the tangible
Obsess in the real
And refuse to feel
Far beyond what is here
If god is real, then why not the Zeus?
From retarded apes, we have diverged.
From near extinction, we have profused.
Our mental growth has been induced;
Yet irrational thought has come merged.
