What's ever unheard by the ears
Need not be, unseen by the eyes
What's evasion for the seers
Can be fathomed, by minds that're wise
Future thus belongs, to he who can think
For he who can act, is he who has thought
'Being' he can enslave, in less than a blink
In sculptures of time, thus a legend is wrought
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