Come, your theory of everything, br to unpick the manifold stitches; br string, M, Einstein's requiem, br to mine the quantum ditches. br br I believe we have dined out before, br in this or some other dimension, br under clinical conditions you probed a cavernous soul, br finding only introspection. br br Hither, among the neutrinos, br are a host of quarks and gluons, br and at some discernable point, br only the void can conquer your affections. br br You function on certainty and determinism br but I still have my doubts. br Abstraction only leads to reduction; br your leaving me bares this out. br br Eyes, mourning jewels in a momentary utopia, br sail bubbles in an indefinite ether, br I climb aboard that mysterious ship of fools br and can affirm the view is better.