A bubble in a bubble, from inside and outside, stressed double.
And it's a dark spell, a common impression, a false expression.
Embarked on, with a sword of glass in hand, searching shapes in clouds,
you swirled around in tornadoes around the circle to see it as a sphere.
Listen now, to the echoes of sound, see through the reflections of light.
collect the cannonballs, as they collapse down from the skies so clear.
A fine crack on the cornea of left eye crushes the view as you know it,
tried and failed to trace the sparks to the depths of the deepest ocean.
Lead self to the 8th dimension again, counterfeit a relinquishment again,
Reconcile with the lights, sounds, for all have already been set in motion.
A bubble in a bubble, I know the feeling, you are stressed double.
The spell need not a wizard, breakout, now, crack the walls outward.
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