The Dimensions of Routine
Tired of the humdrum crackle castle-
Yet wired to unsung lungs
Full of gravity
And the prowess to speak
As we see, the world changes
In a hour glass
Equipment retooled, ideas emerge
History resurges in pattering waves
We are more than what we seem
This life has hidden dimensions
Beyond the routine
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