While the product of my failure
spins out in another room
and I strive with the temptation
of the technocratic boom
of the information era
that seems to me to be fading
under the corrosive stream
the mission is ablated
precipitate the salt
whose spirit formed beneath the flame
the essence of enlightenment
the trace of a true name
recrystalize the product
draw it out through sublimation
gather it in cold suspension
and display the new creation
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