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Tracing planes through five dimensions Where
the lines of force collide
Cold basalt in suspension
Underneath the laser guide
Spinning glass, the lattice breaking
Crystalline and clear
In the light of raw creation
Forces drawing near
The structure of the high dimension
Islands made of solid stone and
silver lines
In the science of our own
ascension Perfect mathematics realigns
Silicon and iron static Holding up
the system's weight
In the shift of mathematics We
unlock the outer gate
We dissolve the boundaries,
we trace the light In the
frequency that sweeps the night
Sweeping high, sweeping low