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May 30, 2007 02:04

Reclaim the fragments.
Its whole again, undeterred.
Cup your hands in front of your mouth.
Infect the void with color and geometry.
Keep your hands moving in binary motion.
Dragging bodies against the flow.
Theurgist, laying them into lines.
Transfer them out of light and time.
They become vitreous.
They are the transient.
You are my saviour.
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