We had not slept six days but that was not it
I told him the story
There is a many worlds theory of love
Any significantly great love requires countless ones of desolation
Given the mathematics of infinity this is easy to calculate
You may argue
I wonder do you know there are different types of infinity
To make your math work
All an approximation of what you see from a certain perspective
Some see hatred as real as the driving rain
Others see the same storm love
Observed from different places
Seen in divergent ways
Every world its consolations
I was younger then
I didn't think I could do desolation
These worlds are bountiful
Creative destruction
How you know it was great
He said we only get one
Would be enough for me
These worlds are not lost
Creating a cosmological constant we thought imagination
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