By: Alexandru Godeanu (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2016
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"Let there be light"
your word besieged my freedom of nonexistence,
your power compelled me to create you:
Let there be me.

A sculpture of my inner sanctum shall I become
To be a mere illusion of the world of forms.
Temple of sublime abhorrs me, Pygmalion, of
Not to be a dream which loves to form the world.
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