RE-CREATOR-S

We would, rather to die than live,

But we remain, rather alive than die.

We are formally fixed in a state of fix

We see the unseen and on it rely.

When our weak eyes grow weary,

Weary of uncertainties of the seen,

The known subsumed in the unknown,

We retreat and rely on what is within.

When the ever looping circle,

Revolves and makes a complete turn,

The seen is seemingly in repetition;

We step out of the rotation for a run.

Now, outside the virtual loop, we run.

Though still confined in its circumference,

But seemingly free from the fix,

We see the unseen via our own lens.

We are renowned rebels,

Refusing to pay tribute to the circle

Unfixing ourselves from the virtual fix

Rebelling against every form of obstacle.

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We rebel, to remain, rather alive than die!