A flat planet in the centre of the universe.
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Who punctured us?
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Who thrust the needle into our flesh?
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Geocentrism came crawling back - licking the needle marks -
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"Copernicus was never right", and our world turned as
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introvert as our minds.
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Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of
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the microcosms.
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The inside can wait as long as we're preoccupied with
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shining the facade.
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We brought this upon ourselves - the connection breach.
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We cut the rope, we shut the power down.
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The line does not reach out any more.
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Diagonal traded for horizontal - there is no up and down.
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Gathered, trapped, closed into a linear thought.
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Kepler, Copernicus & Galilei suffocating in the vacuum of
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the microcosms.
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The inside can wait as long as we're preoccupied with
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shining the facade.
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Somehow we lost the ancient connection.
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All perspective eaten by newborn abilities.
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Entangled no more? - Simplicity the order of absent
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relations.
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Complexity a distant relative or a strange rumour.
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Reflective surfaces mirroring skin, cores diminish slowly
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and silently.
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Nourishment torn away, light dimmed to the unrecognizable.
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Show us your universe and we'll give you our world - we do
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not recognize it anyway!
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Cyclus
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| Borknagar |
