Yours is not a raging inferno
Consuming all in a flash and dissipating into nothingness
Yours is a steady candlelight
Reassuring in the darkness
So let cubicles crumble
Let light shine on that chair
Amplifiers have cracked the glass
As these trial balances are being reconciled
It may not be what was wanted
But it just might be
What these glass eyes needed
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