Still hiding among the invisible matter
Are these massive magnetic charges,
Though the expedition didn't yet lead
To the real one, an unreal one can be made
Within spin ice crystals by applying a field,
From a dipole split up two monopoles,
North, south monopoles flowing asunder
Establishes an itinerary for magnetricity,
Which could one day light up every city.
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