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Breathe. |
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Its story is old, though you are not sure what it is. |
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Around you is a world in which we are afraid to live. |
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The quietude of the mountains carved out of stone |
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Gives way to a neon sky. |
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The floor is rifted like a great earthen cask |
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under the weight of our existence. |
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For once the horizon is truthful. |
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There will be more, |
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and there will be nothing more. |
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New is the name we give to unconscious dreams. |
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Hope is found in the still wind |
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That tells us there is nothing more. |
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Cease your striving. |
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Wandering thunder is a minstrel without an audience. |
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It doesn't seem to mind. |
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Rain falls, rainclouds fade, and the world passes us by. |
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We are utterly alone. |
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The meaning of that brings peace... |
