The central of particles mutate in silence
Under the moonlight in pretending consolidation
Of freedom on wings interpreting the flies,
Transmission of spirit by the bats reckoning
Through the cataract of hours grilled in mists
Sum up the fragments grinded on moist linen.
Scattered clouds under the foot hills of Titan
Enlarging the cutlery of intermission of electrons,
Raven lightings over the zenith of solitude
Widening the trail of amplitude underlying.
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