Forged by time on the last of eternity
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Complex constructions - a stellar fraternity
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Spread out on a canvas of deepest black
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The white glowing softness a fierce attack
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That odious draught: insufficiency
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Touched man as he climbed himself mentally
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Alone with his newborn dexterity
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Came death to his fear - a corollary
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Of the fact that the stars never sensed his presence
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The very maxim of the universe
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Portrayed by the greatness the stars rehearse
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Even Narcissus would drown in the sky
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If his eyes ever rose from the mirror ponds
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This radiant image, a stellar high
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Eternally feeding the gnostions: "why"
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To which every nightsky's a vast response
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A pursuance of that very first creation
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Expansion and a constant alteration
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The fringos of the canvas always stir
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The boundary is bathing in a blur
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Forged by time on the last of eternity
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Complex constructions - a stellar fraternity
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Spread out on a canvas of deepest black
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The white glowing softness a fierce attack
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Always moving
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Searching for patters
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Digging for angles
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Clutching at straws, climbing in air
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Opening doors, closing windows
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Swirling
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Expanding in our world
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And outside
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Matter & Motion
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| Borknagar |
