Within a chosen realm,
Empty, yet occupied by many a mind
Stacked upon the next, as chaos forebode,
They’ve left their very own bodies behind.
In there, they’re Theirs,
The Them, whose glimpse the gospel pined.
Stacked upon the next, in order by code,
Their there, where they’re confined.
As if, as if, They’re there,
Yet neither hitherto here nor hither...
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