Cosmic Microwave Background Poem by Lucas German

At the first spot, with no one to watch, the first light broke the night, a balanced fluctuation in the averaged-out nothing equation, which got way out of hand and from that came dry land, the form of man, and from that a divine plan. Now that we're caught up from naught until present, I present you my problem should you find it pleasant as I have to ponder, so imagine you wander in space where that imbalance took place, and what imperceptible change would need be arranged for the world to be deranged, or perhaps perverted, estranged, or otherwise diverted from it's course, and as it is the source, every moment henceforth is also upended, never-againded and utterly prevented.

Imagine then that one origin spot is in fact not all the universe we've got, for we do not know how to plot or on what grid to jot down that dot. As these things go, what we do know is that ours is not the only equation to have done so, and thus some greater globe must undergo a coming and going of unimaginable blowing, as universii with no external time do their flowing. I've circled my point, but come to it now: with so many chances, all things are allowed. Now as we pull back the heavenly shrowd to see an expansive, radioactive dust cloud, we can know and be proud that the bubbles in the sky don't mean we're about to die, rather where others like us have brushed by! Do they see the same signs, and with the same minds? Is there one world just for you and I?

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Can there be more than one?