All are drawn
Visible
Invisible
It is called directions
In the world
Out of borders
Over the sky
Beyond the heaven
Bellow the earth
Under the hell
Left and right
Right and wrong
Around a circle
Standing at a point
From here to there
To a goal
Called a vision
A predicted future
A memorized past
Marching and fighting
In the dark and light
Energizing and exhausting
Power and knowledge
Structural capital
Created and destroyed
Cremated in a grave
In a dream of pregnancy
Give a birth in a mind
Hypnotized wows
Historical views
Synchronized aims
Crystalized hopes
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