First Impressions last,
As the Laws of Light meet Laws of Art,
Reality's reduced to Broken Brushstrokes,
Like a Monet sunrise in the dark,
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Watch the smallest of rudders,
Steer the largest of ships,
Karma's flow must complete the puzzle,
As we place-hack the piece that fits,
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Yet a supervoid exists,
Between us & the Big Bang,
History will make a Trash heap
Of all the Doozer's plans,
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But we can tap into the Astral portals,
And dream beyond the traffic jams,
Or dance our cares away,
Tresspa** & do the Running Man,