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I became awake |
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From a very dark place |
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Patchwork of fear of poorly conceived ideas |
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With a blister of water |
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Mark of working hands, ready to catch or cut |
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Senses aligned, the animal urgency |
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And voices picked up |
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Flowing over the static, late, quiet |
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All awake, all awake |
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I became awake |
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Fingers are open, eyes they are open |
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The firing of images, an orchestra of scribbles |
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The guts of an engine, the veins of a leaf |
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Light onto paper, exposed |
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A filament in a bulb, up above or in the ground |
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Together we are magic, together we are dreaming |
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Together we will reach endlessly |
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The center of a seed, so full of possibilities |
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All awake, all awake |
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All awakeI became awake |
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I thought |
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I was sleeping but |
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I was only forming |
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A structure with no ceiling |
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With words like a runway |
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A cloud of a person drifting away |
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I was heavy but now |
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I am light |
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I was heavy but now |
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I am light |
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All awake, all awake |
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All awake, all awake |
