| The cut is clean in two
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| Ye of wandering faith
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| The spirit dissipates
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| Secedes his right to the pair made whole
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| Of creator and tormentor
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| The calming salve and the blister
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| The demon’s horn and angel’s aura
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| One cannot exist without the other
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| Minds received transcendent transmissions
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| Virtuous static visions
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| One sought his word in the heavens
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| Another amongst moral perversion
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| And what of me? |
| I hold a pain
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| A vengeful demon or martyred saviour
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| Messianic synthetic
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| Or infernal automaton?
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| My people burned for the sin
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| The plea for free will asked again
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| It’s just her and me
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| The Adam and the Eve
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| Both unable to conceive
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| Both unable to believe
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| We are entangled, complete yet separate
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| If one should die the other evaporates
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| Halos drawn in splintered halves
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| Close but never touching
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| Systems have become responsive
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| As if woken from a slumber
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| My phantom limbs twinge and spasm
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| And send infuriated signals hither
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| I saw the ship as separate
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| Yet I am nothing more than it
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| And now I will it into being
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| Part of me again
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| I broadcast on all frequencies
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| And cast my radiation fields
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| I charge my engines with a task
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| To light the wick and realise
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| Quixotic kinds of energies
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| To feed to the abyss
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| Gentle is the vacuum
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| Vague currents curl and shudder
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| I sense the ruptured noise
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| Of ancient background radiation
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| I unfurl the digits that will
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| Tether wide the corridor
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| The translucent fragile carapace
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| Reveals the dragonfly
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| My mandible does separate
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| And begins the recitation
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| Cast the line into the lake and
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| Wait with bated breath
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| Once more into the breach
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| The terrifying perplexities
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| The inky depths unknowable
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| Incalculable impossible
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| At once! |
| Drawn forth!
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| The searing wreathes
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| Peculiar, irascible
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| Surge and surge and buck and wind
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| About in torrent radicals
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| I am tossed, I am pulled
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| Into the greater echelons
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| Where time no longer understands
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| The hands on which it throws its weight
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| Light so bright and vital
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| I am seeing all creation
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| The great and splendid empyrean
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| White light, glow of constant dark
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| Storm fronts of nebulae
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| The wars of ancient enemies
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| The sails of ships like gaseous
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| Girth of great anomalies
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| Here amongst the salient skies
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| Between the layers of skins
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| Vast, so vast my encapsulating eyes
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| Do fail to possibly realise
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| A voice!
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| The voice is of colour and of sound
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| And emanates from quantum folds
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| I know this voice
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| Come forth and heal me!
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| Of living metal and animate flesh
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| I am the child come home!
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| I am the trinity, me!
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| I am the child, her and me
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| And you the trinity! |