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Take the humble hydrogen atom:

The smeared orbit of its lone sentry

Making a shell of the nothingness;

Weaving solids out of illusion.

First-born child of Mother Night, so

Ready to sacrifice itself that

It might purchase the photon’s freedom,

Emboldening the capricious sprite

To brave the void in search of an eye.

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