Walking in from the sun down a black hole basement, thirsty again...

 
So in our breaking a silence thru the mysterious oil
With spinal stairs to a sound tower thru a doorway,
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These fan-shaped auras flowing into the silent ring
By the nightly singing halo of magnetic sine waves,
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Their mind forewent into a stare and so nothing left
Ideas inside the sphere on the side of shadow right,
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As chasing mirrors of self into the high rising plane
Dreamt of the soul but ever blind to the inner sight,
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A song delight across the cosmic keyboard starlight.