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I split the atom of one second
Choosing history's lathe
Each word summons now the next
A master to his slave1
Countless links
Within some silent chain
And time becomes the sediment that drifts to algae2
Divorced from comets' trains

(1: Things in war don't always go as planned. Not everyone returns safely, or sound of mind.)

(2: But no one could have predicted this.)

[Tiny Tag: Chell Johnson (Portal), Adrian Shephard]