of course my library would have pentagonal rooms
The situation’s better than I thought
but it’s still the same deep rut track
responding to responding to the quandary
that goes every little inch right back
what if nothing’s new under the sun
The the whole thing’s just a lesson in futility
In the library of babel it’s all been done before
every possible thought rendered useless by ubiquity
Some say there’s hardly any chance it’s all real
and we’re all some hobbyist’s creation
I can’t for the life of me see that would matter
It’s all either God’s or physics’ imagination
But just maybe it’s the first time through
And none of this was ever thought like this before
maybe it’s all a one off unique irreplaceable
Maybe you get exactly one shot through
that door
what
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