I hear words without language, an obstinate murmuring
An idiom speaking on its own, without speakers or listeners
I know enough to recognize that you're an inefficiency
An extravagance is preventing you from being like the others
My science allows me to identify you as a virus
And therefore I, as higher, am required to take action
You will sink just before having reached any speech
You’ll return without clamour to the silence you never got rid of
Without roots, without core, we make room for wonder
Consecrated to reason, we make room for the void
Figures drawn in the greyness, we make room for wonder
Without equal, without clones, we make room for the void

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