I'm a quantity of humanity,
Ingenuity; just a spark,
A latent sacred profanity,
A secular god's cruel lark.
I'm a plane of crass geometry,
That's written in a mark
Of a spherical trigonometry,
That lightens up the dark.
I'm a calm waiting calamity,
Of existential crisis, stark;
And the fecund, raw insanity
Of a charmingly strange truth quark.
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