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Balance, repetition, |
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composition, mirrors. |
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most of all the world is a place |
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where parts of wholes are described |
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within an overarching paradigm of clarity, |
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and accuracy, |
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the context of which makes possible |
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an underlying sense of the way it all fits together |
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despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such. |
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but then again, the world without end |
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is a place where souls are combined, |
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but with an overbearing feeling of disparity, |
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disorderliness, |
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to ignore it is impossible |
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without getting oneself |
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into all kinds of trouble |
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despite one's best intentions |
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not to get entangled |
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with it so much. |
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and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green, |
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and others are saying things |
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much better than we ever could, |
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as the quiet become suddenly verbose. |
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and the hail is heralding the size of nickels, |
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and the street corners are gnashing together |
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like the gears inside the head |
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of some omniscient engineer, |
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and downward flows the garnered wisdom |
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that has never died. |
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when finally we opened the box |
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we couldn't find any rules. |
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our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities, |
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contingencies, |
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but with ever increasing faith |
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we decided to go ahead and just ignore them |
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despite tremendous pressure |
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to capitulate and fade. |
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so instead we went ahead |
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to fabricate a catalog |
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of unstable elements, and modicums, |
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and particles |
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with non-zero total strangeness |
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for brief moments which amount |
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to nothing more than tiny fragments |
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of a finger snap. |
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and meanwhile we're furiously sleeping green, |
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and the map has started tearing along its |
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creases due to overuse, |
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when, in reality, it's never needed folds. |
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and the air's withholding the sound |
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of a twelve-string, |
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and our heads are approaching a density |
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reminiscent of the infinite connectivity |
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of the center of the sun, |
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and therein lies the garnered wisdom |
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that has never died. |
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Expectation leads to disappointment. |
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If you don't expect something big, |
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huge and exciting, |
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usually uh, I don't know, |
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it's just not as, yeah. |