Subtly surfing through the whole
Inside, unseen, our crystal id
Grows to maturity. Though hid,
Now metamorphosis its role
Shall wor[l]ds connect as inner soul
Finds wings to fly, shed matrix grid
Of Time's restrictions, naught forbid.
Refusing suffocation and control,
Change is not just a casserole
Heated by chance encounters mid
A can of worm soup, squirms un[l]inked, unbid.
New Year [b]rings changes as Life's goal
Gleams clear, though distant, signals sends
Errors rectifies, burnt bridges mends.
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