| The day the sun swallowed the sea, I felt the light draining from the core of me
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| The science of constant motion had betrayed every thought of expansion
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| Here my remains, vulnerable and frail limited by constant conditioning rusted
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| and pale
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| Unresponsive and worn through, evolution of absolute solitude
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| The breaking point of a static, lifeless dimension has become true
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| The restless creation mechanism grooves
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| The returning formation of knowledge that knew
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| In well sewn silence, a symphony vibrates to honor my cells
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| In realms of guidance, I’ll shepherd them to the ocean’s swell
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| Becoming what I once was again, Prometheus of a dry river bed
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| The agents of a new world structure, form together in ageless brew
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| The essence retained, a semblance of rain, ceaselessly they call my name
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| The agents of a new world structure, form together in ageless brew
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| The essence retained, a semblance of rain, ceaselessly called
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| The day the sun swallowed the sea, I felt the light draining from the core of me
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| The science of constant motion had betrayed every thought of expansion
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| Here my remains, strong and renewed
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| Perpetual, in bloom |