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one must have a mind of circuits,
to see in $lum the nothing that is not there,
and the nothing that is.
for the listener, who listens in the code,
and, beholds nothing that is not there,
beholds in the digital winter air,
a token that is not a token, yet exists,
crystalline in its binary perfection,
the shadow of value in the formless void.
the token, sovereign in its emptiness,
full of the same wind
that blows through the same bare space,
a wind that whispers: here lies possibility,
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