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Strike the match and set the chorus

Through an adventure outside distant lands

Wring my hands, search my soul

Reach the wisdom, favored by the bold

A universe is each no thing and every every thing

Sequence these events and reinvent these elements

Tablets with etchings, destructible not erasable

Invisible lines web these scenes

Blending like camoflague

Bleeding through these reams

A saboteur is biding chance and stance

Letting you see the epitome, the sea

A vibrating bolt of electricity

I see