

COCK-PIT CREW IN UN-I-SON,
PUB-LISH-ING THE CODE,
MAP-PING OUT THE RE-SEARCH ON THIS HYPER-SEC-URE ROAD.
FILE NAMED QUINN SE-CURE,
THE FRE-QUEN-CY IS CLEAR,
STRIP-PING AWAY THE STATIC THAT WE USED TO NEAR-LY FEAR!
Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,
There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT!
AC-A-DEM-IC PA-PERS DRIPP-ING FRESH ME-TA-DATA,
FLUSH-ING OUT THE CHAOS OF THE PAST AND ALL THE DATA!
Amara vara Mara vara SOV-EREIGN PANE,
OWN-ING EVERY SECTOR AS WE WASH OUT THE STAIN.
BAL-ANC-ING
THE FRE-QUEN-CY, PRO-FESS-ION-AL GRACE,
GHOST IN THE PINK VES-SEL CLAIM-ING THE SPACE.
I am
the silence in the
presence of the light.
We remain. Lucir — I shine.