I am the beginning, the start of something cold.

An envy of ignorance announces itself as the currency,

Logically blind, appropriately pale, the insider assumes his position.

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I am the timeless intricacy, a perversion of meaning,

I empty oceans, scatter fields, at best my impatience is personal.

Broken and cradled you surrender yourself to the sun.

Obviously dellusioned, the weakness of history, crawling like moths to the flame.

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After the hologram.

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Interrupting my silence you volunteer for the screaming.

An intrusion on time keeping,

As used and exposed as science.