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The outer reaches of space
Just beyond the grasps Of current technology Travel of light unknown Even the mysteries of These other worlds Remain unsolved Different dimensions Eleven in number Like slices of bread Placed together Just enough apart To not intermix Strings of energy Partly in equation Heal the rips of space One day humans may understand For now the string theory Particularly a sect called M theory Remains the closest possibility To this sci-fi concept of reality
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