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only the eyes of owls can be seen here; |
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they are the stars, they radiate. |
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and every constellation |
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is a fraction of God's DNA |
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that we were made to notice and navigate. |
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as the moon commands the tide |
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to balance the weight of change, |
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we must learn to follow all the same. |
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when the northern lights were born, |
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the color poured into our eyes, |
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like tipping a glass with the ocean inside. |
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into the darkness, |
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we will send our symphonies - |
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a shorthand of existence, |
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a slowly turning key, |
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the voyager will leave us |
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with this modest memory of home. |
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when the sunlight wakes the earth |
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from its deep sleep, |
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all creatures bloom. |
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and through lifted lashes, all is new. |
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as a newborn recognizes |
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its mother's voice from inside the womb, |
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may we remember the warmth of our youth. |
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the overture was written, |
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like the calm before a storm. |
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with hummingbird precision, |
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we must follow every chord... |
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time-lapse reveals a slight of hand, |
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it unties the rules of time and plan. |
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stillness is only a state of mind, |
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a blind spot that brightness has left behind. |
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wet paint is a privilege that we will find. |
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as the wrist of an artist |
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pulls the foreground into the frame, |
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we must learn to focus, all the same. |
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all these restless conversations |
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have tied a string to every living thing, |
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and our illustrations will draw them near. |
