| A single image frozen in time
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| Bisected cells perfectly preserved
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| To be examined with scrutiny
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| To hold a moment in the palm of your hand
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| From what angle is the deceit of perception
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| Continuous action is the death of the mind
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| A single sliver in an endless expanse
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| Held suspended eternally
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| The span of the bow pulled to its arc of tension
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| Itself holds no duration even when released
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| We exist in silent stagnation
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| Collected shards that make up the whole
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| Among the infinity divisible
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| We omit any plurality
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| An absolute of magnitude and order
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| A compilation of motionless depth
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| In any moment no movement exists
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| Only to occupy a space at rest
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| So we have never begun
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| No start and never an end
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| The span of the bow pulled to its arc of tension
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| Itself holds no duration even when released
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| We exist in silent stagnation
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| Collected shards that make up the whole
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| This block of time in which we thrive
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| Process eliminations of the divide
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| Prison of obsolescence no control no agency ad infinitum
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| All acts are predetermined what has been continues will forever be
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| The though is paradoxical to elapse occur and to never have been
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| Bound by the chains of reason we can never escape and never be free
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| Autonomy stripped away wordless nothing lasts forever
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| From being to becoming empty it is irrelevant
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| Free quantum dismemberment will decoupling reality ends
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| Free unstable symmetry will euclidean gravity ends |