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(I reach with my mind into the formless void)
And drawing forth threads of possibility
     I weave knots of probability into the patterns
of actuality.
     The unknown is the closest of my companions,
     The void my most intimate of friends.
I dwell in harmony with chaos.

   

Copyright 1999 Aaron Turillo