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The Thesis's Seasons

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[Experiencing order:] 
Through sonorous lands my senses float 
Mesmerized by an harmonious note 
Which are leaping from a string within 
I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin 

The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode 
Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code 
It is reflected in the schemes that we rune, 
Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune 

[Watching complexity:] 
Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree 
Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum 
Like children swinging the seesaw in glee 
Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium 

Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze 
A complicated network of primary views 
Micro and macro cosmos flexibility, 
An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry 

[Approaching chaos:] 
Constantly, havoc comes falling down 
In the structural circus, a morbid clown 
Still it's needed to progress the creation, 
The reflux of materials comes through devastation 

Like an untuned singer in the angel choir, 
A mad prophet that serves the eating fire, 
Its transforming sequence is on repeat, 
First subverted, then complete 

But many times they say, 
"mens agitat molem" 

So we have to figure out our origin, 
To undress our future