In this glory
Where we carve out visions
As templates for the impending days
Where an eternal rest is assured
after a tiring night’s strife
Let’s dare to dream
The feasible theories
As totems for the impending nights
Where symbolism wonders to represent above reproach
If not to all and sundry
At least to the average man
And at most, to the academia
As every niche strikes in a venom
That’s known to the realms
For as we grow older,
we’ll narrow our imaginations
and learn to observe rubrics
With a third conscience and a second intuition

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