The tug of ellipses
measures our weight
in the vivid gyroscope
clustered by gases
noble cloaked in
the curtain
to benefit from the
necessary intrusion
of thought coercion
until no fool or genius
questions the majesty
around us
or the ineligibility
of humans to pass
themselves off as
dabbling masters of
gods behind dangled
talisman logic.
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