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Playing Dice with
Einstein It is black in this spinning tin shack On the edge of an empty forever, Till you flip the light switch And click on a star. Under its rays, I see your frizzy hair blowing In the solar winds, And superstrings dangling From your fraying cuffs. “E=MC, you square,” you say to me. “Whatever, math man,” I reply, “Just roll the dice.” You take hold of a supernova And toss it. We wait to see if it will land Right side up. Heather
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