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Spheres

He
climbed atop
his Quantum Glider,
pushed the key into
the ignition, and turned it.
The sound could be heard for
miles, echoing, distorting the landscape around it.
And then, with a twist of the throttle,
he was away, bound for new worlds
full of new possibilities and wonders.
Away from the meddlesome few,
the prying hands of
those who would
keep him
down.

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