STRING THEORY OF HAPPY BIRTHDAYS

They say that space is still expanding; stretching tight as metal banding.
Someday it’ll snap back, the universal contract
And we will blast very fast into the sun.

Remember quickly, lickedy splitly, back when we were young.
Strung back together, like we begun.

Quantum theory, singularity, quarks and
Guitar strings
bind our lives with everything.

Tethered souls, mine and yours
Unexplained it still endures.

From your friend
Dennis--------------------------2010