Seeking a noble constitution
within this institution, I wait
for focal emergence
yet the lens diverges, concave.
Can I realign the eye
or the strands of nucleotides,
and maintain pace with
evolution's strides?
Reintegrate through the mind
detritus, use the sand of time
in an elevated fashion, recombine.
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