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I fix my attention on this ball spinning round inside of me, deep inside |
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Revolving conscious planet on an axis around this star |
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By the light |
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And the black holes in the vault of heaven make me wonder, wonder why |
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How matter can disappear |
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Are there doors in this wall to reach the light from time and space |
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Now I see those mounts of fear feel the weight of nonsense killing simplicity |
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I can touch this wind of night that erases our light and makes us paranoiac |
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But my legs are now so tired climbing all alone, all space, and all the time |
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So I fix my attention now on this perfect planet revolving around this star |
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And the sun, it seems so close |
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I can touch the heat of presence and |
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I know... |
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I can see this monster light that embraces those notions : space and time |
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The black holes in the sky, |
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I ask the reasons why |
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Light blackened? |
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Door opened? |
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Swim back time, door giving entrance to |
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Supernova as only light |
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Meet the earth and all the stars |
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The entrance, the essence, supply us |
