The fluid cubes which makeup our tomorrows and todays Are at our very mercy, unlike those of yesterday Yet yesterday’s sharp edges prick us every night and every day
The destiny of our trails of cubes we left behind Is in our very hands as we go seeking what we’ll find With every time we open up the spheres that are our eyes
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