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His beacon severes vision

Again alight from under

Crossing out their eyes

All vision ignored

Erasing the murmurs

Not want an utterance

Name and shape still unrevealed

Stabbing at the years he holds this audition

Dismantling all vessels of labor

Stumbling to reach the inception

No more can we be found

For belief cannot be seen

It is the frequency of day

Commencing with dry stutters

Begins the nucleus

We are found no more

But a scarred key

And the altered ticket

And tremendous ficitons

Subterrestrial illuminations

We are found

No/thing

But one piece of his whole