By: Elias Pambou
Competition Year: 2012
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Attraction, attraction
Are what it seem to know

Timeless existence
Thoughts which are blinding

Of creation and destruction
Once controlled and understood

Master of this land
Manufactured man stands bewildered

As one can only guess
How it was born.
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