If you can't imagine
just imagine I imagine
at the distant breaking boundary
of the examined
still more like crude magic
if you're so inclined
so all advanced apace
and every impulse left a trace
the sacred first though
sore diverted to the last
And I am on the track the great iconoclast
grant me to be more like
my ink and paper icon
transcend this greedy age
and leave my own line on the page
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