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   I synchronize with systems far beyond your reach (you reach) levels without numbers exhausted from the seek I liberate the sequence you elaborate untold your paths with mine in junction tethered to a hold Out of minor desperation we gathered up our thoughts if it wasn’t for this isolation no epiphany resolves Under twilight’s dissipation our fading lights collide what’s left of mind and mankind will drain into what’s alive I quieted my slumber to yield a given light what flickers as I falter is a memory unsatisfied I synchronize with systems on behalf of what unfolds you question apprehension on behalf of who’s hold? I quieted my position as nothing, no one else yet I’m puzzled by the pretense of ceasing respite felt For I conjure, once awakened a prefixed attitude What fallacy among us has imprisoned me from you? DESYNCHRONIZING FRICTION? THE STATIC ON THE WALLS? CARVED FROM PERSONIFICATION IS MY ALL, JUST A ROLE? I LIBERATE YOUR SEQUENCE, MUNDANITY MAY FALL! INTO PLACE, THE PIECES: the volume of the small.