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all this to say, |
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our future is a blank page |
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that we chose to pour ourselves into |
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when God pressed play. |
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and we'll drag our pens |
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into these parallel lines |
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to record and to articulate |
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everything we find. |
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as decades unlace, |
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we'll pause and carefully trace; |
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our shadows are puddles of ink |
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that our memory saves. |
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layer by layer, the framework was formed |
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on an epic of paper: |
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we breathe to explore. |
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fast-forward motion |
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will gracefully show |
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the flickering story |
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that all of our sketches unfold. |
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before we were born |
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God gently told us the truth, |
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but understanding is something that stops |
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as our bodies bruise. |
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so we'll concentrate, |
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constantly rewinding tapes. |
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was the ghost just a glare on the lens |
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that our minds create? |
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our minds create... |
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when God pressed play. |
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layer by layer, the framework was formed |
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on an epic of paper: |
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we breathe to explore. |
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fast-forward motion |
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will gracefully show |
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the flickering story |
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that all of our sketches unfold. |
