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[00:23.06]all this to say,
[00:27.86]our future is a blank page
[00:34.48]that we chose to pour ourselves into
[00:38.87]when God pressed play.
[00:45.65]and we'll drag our pens
[00:50.05]into these parallel lines
[00:56.47]to record and to articulate
[01:00.91]everything we find.
[01:08.15]as decades unlace,
[01:11.90]we'll pause and carefully trace;
[01:19.38]our shadows are puddles of ink
[01:23.87]that our memory saves.
[01:31.04]layer by layer, the framework was formed
[01:36.24]on an epic of paper:
[01:39.25]we breathe to explore.
[01:41.92]fast-forward motion
[01:44.70]will gracefully show
[01:47.78]the flickering story
[01:50.49]that all of our sketches unfold.
[01:59.17]before we were born
[02:03.66]God gently told us the truth,
[02:09.82]but understanding is something that stops
[02:14.16]as our bodies bruise.
[02:21.48]so we'll concentrate,
[02:25.88]constantly rewinding tapes.
[02:32.48]was the ghost just a glare on the lens
[02:37.02]that our minds create?
[02:42.79]our minds create...
[02:48.30]when God pressed play.
[02:55.51]layer by layer, the framework was formed
[03:00.89]on an epic of paper:
[03:03.96]we breathe to explore.
[03:06.85]fast-forward motion
[03:09.68]will gracefully show
[03:12.31]the flickering story
[03:15.09]that all of our sketches unfold.