This page becomes a time capsule,
When injected with bound words,
That rest in graceful hibernation,
Until sight stirs them into life.
Locked in their final states,
With inked deliberation,
Sealed tight despite reproofs,
Or warm exclamations.
Arbitrary though they are,
Vibrancy has no greater ally,
Than the force pressed onto white,
And no greater friend.
What the time capsule contains is mystical clarity
A fine testament to our human ingenuity.
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