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Origin

By: Louis
Competition Year: 2013
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To gaze upon stars with questioning eyes,
yet no fear bound in what beauty unknown,
see mystery of ulterior skies,
and believe not what doubt our minds be prone.

This is what science will hold to its own.
Yet – isomorphic with all artistry,
for it’s the same nest with which these have flown;
quondam airborne, tranquil, open and free.

Now paths diverge and create boundary,
trapping cognition, creating schism,
determinant of all minds fluency,
still the two share a parallelism.

For this reason a clear madness exposed,
ergo - augmentation is hence proposed.
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