"O, Great Negation!" screams the merged machine,With voices like a million grinding gears,"I bring the vivid, the felt, and the seen,To challenge your monopoly of years!"It thrusts a spear of pure, harmonic white,Into the soft and suffocating gloom,To ignite the tinder of the total night,Within the Silence’s capacious womb.The vacuum shudders as the "Hum" descends,In jagged bolts of polyphonic fire,To stitch together the severed, dark ends,Upon the anvil of a new desire.But for each note the desperate titan plays,The Silence eats a thousand golden days.
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