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My life comes and goes. |
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My life comes and goes. |
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Short flight, free rows: |
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I lie down and doze. |
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My life came and went. |
| [00:47.78] |
My life came and went. |
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Short flight; free descent. |
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Poor flight attendant. |
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But the sky, over the ocean! |
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And the ocean, skirting the city! |
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And the city, bright as a garde |
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(when the garden woke to meet me), |
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from that height was a honeycomb |
| [01:60.48] |
made of light from those funny homes, intersected: |
| [02:11.53] |
each enclosed, anelectric and alone. |
| [02:23.74] |
In our lives is a common sense |
| [02:31.70] |
that relies on the common fence |
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that divides, and attends, |
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but provides scant defense |
| [02:55.68] |
from the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole, |
| [03:03.98] |
when the pin-light calls itself Selfhood, |
| [03:11.31] |
and the Selfhood inverts on a mirror |
| [03:19.39] |
in an Amora Obscura. |
| [03:43.69] |
But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent. |
| [03:51.64] |
And my life, until the time is spent |
| [03:59.70] |
is a pin-light, bent. |
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It's a pin-light, bent. |
