Cold and distant, the space is indeed vast,
The future doesn't pull it, its indifferent to the past.
In a background that is dark, sombre and empty,
There are tiny specks of light, burning bright, and aplenty.
Fuzzy and flowing, they break all bounds,
If you try to pin them, they play hare and hounds.
Once they get entangled, they'll persist till the end,
Whether on Top or Bottom, their Strange Charm they'll blend.
It's in the classical realm, that things are settled and dull,
Once you aim for the moon, the ordinary is void and null.
The mystery reappears, as they artificially collide,
In the quest for God they ditch, what was tested and tried.
My heart is deeply entangled, your pull wraps it around,
Relative to the Schrodinger's cat, I'm lucky to have- lost and found.
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