Thought Rhythm

As the snakes tail begins to rattle.
I remain 24 steps ahead in every battle.
I am perfecting my craft
While transforming the unsinkable raft.
What looks like a waste,
Is only the start of a race.
Sounds like an elaborate scheme.
Simply said, silence is the dream,
Science creates a team,
Motivated by stealth,
They adapt to the wealth.
I am properly planning,
For depth I am scanning,
Examining the branding,
I am patiently standing at the landing advancing my dancing.

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