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1 min readNov 16, 2016
The Magic Age
In the presence of the healing strange
we unlock, double down
on our mirrored reason.
The natural law, isotopic decay,
condemns us all.
Dimension or time reveals itself as the fabric of memory,
edges of folds brought to touch.
A circle of sparks appears in the air,
Widening as we approach it to escape this thought.
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