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I stand in a centimeter of cement
So mended with that concrete cemetery;
The coffin called somatic hereditary,
The virtual vessel
Which represents the threshold,
The flesh-hold
That’s bound to you.
That’s bound to be bound to me too…
That’s bound to be boundless
In this quantifiable madness,
When we measure it all once more
Ordinate to the Core.
By the ordinance of Source
Physicality is but a force
Of innocence.