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Hurtling downward the concept does rush
Splashes the ground with its cerebric thrust
Ripples of thought that soon spread everywhere
Consequences unknown, power is squared
Flat earth to globe or Newton to Einstein
False-faced reality chased by keen minds
What once was bedrock now Coleridge’s dream
Paradigm shifts leave us breathless and mean
No slowing in sight as we remove veils
World without end is Ouroboros’ tail