| An arrousing first step, the second a shock of reality.
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| This is stairwell ends in insight.
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| Our ascension is purely logical.
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| I am headed to a home much brighter than my own.
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| Finding the need for molecuar composition fleeting.
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| An element hosting the dependant earthbound vitality.
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| Displayed here are density’s true extremes, the ominous dualism.
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| I breathe nothing, for there is nothing to breathe.
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| Ionic clouds of static precision, portals to the edges of incomprehension.
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| Shapes the mind can’t fathom, the create the worlds for which we long.
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| Mineral masses hurtle through the nothingness, incandescent, as if to lead the
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| way.
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| Reaching a plateau of convalence.
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| Now look down upon Earth.
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| Titan’s path.
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| Feel her wrath.
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| Silent we wait.
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| Spiraling into deep slumber.
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| Viewing the frontier from a greater distance.
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| Moments to revel in the nebulous.
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| The freezing vision blends with welcoming warmth.
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| A scene cerebral fabrications cannot contain.
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| A child’s recreation upon the divine canvass.
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| We have the illusion of being in total control.
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| Nomination to figures with given names.
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| An arrow through the arch aimed at the bull.
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| The mother closely trailed by her cub.
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| All within the dragon’s watchful eye.
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| The marksman’s waistband, our misconceived notion of direction.
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| Following the broken compass form infancy.
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| Each ornament an Eden by selfish definition.
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| I reach out to caress the tiny orb of light.
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| Distance is a deceitful construction.
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| It cloaks the description.
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| A serene city at the peak.
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| The embodiment of perfection.
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| I burn with the stars.
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| leaving no trace of the perennial odyssey, the voyage draws an end.
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| My ski meets new terrain.
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| Death has no meaning here.
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| No letters to ditribute.
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| No laws to abide.
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| Only a humble revelation. |