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Immortality can be tested If there is mettle in your veins. To break the ultimate barrier Would have no recourse. The defined path has a dead end. An end? Perhaps a threshold Without invitation cannot be crossed. Enduring the virtual reflection Is peculiar enough; however, The true lesson learned too late. Weave a web of Tantalus To twist and please the bowel of the mind The strands are sought from the Womb of infinite imagination. The trap is sprung upon interlocuting atoms, Self-generated instinctive cunning. A part of everything, stemming from nothing, A duality of plural polarity, Without the other cannot exist Yet separately each a guiding force. |
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