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The amount of time it takes to pierce an ant With a straight pin (the thinnest possible). The soul of humankind, scattered crystals seeking the whole. Wholeness, togetherness, completeness, oneness; A closure, if I may. A puzzle to challenge gods; infinity's twist, the imaginary Know the real. Science and Magic, opposite magnets Equally charged. Face value is cheaper. Look closer, An insignificant difference divergence. The struggle that pales in comparison, Only to find none. True vision is spectral, the narrow band A point along the line. |
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