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Things overlap as memories<\/p>\n
carrying one another<\/p>\n
to other revelations<\/p>\n
of ourselves.<\/p>\n
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Remember:<\/p>\n
a triangle is moving towards us\u2014<\/p>\n
a passageway into rooms where we see beyond<\/p>\n
the usual, where forms reorganize themselves<\/p>\n
in infinite simplicity.<\/p>\n
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There are echoes everywhere<\/p>\n
of the song within us\u2014<\/p>\n
marvel at it\u2014joyous and clear\u2014<\/p>\n
the sense of all contained.<\/p>\n
Into these rooms we carry what we know.<\/p>\n
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But we are not here to do what has already been done.<\/p>\n
There are still more pages possible.<\/p>\n
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Even though our souls ring cracked\u2014<\/p>\n
we must tell of our trip around beauty,<\/p>\n
we must tell of our wonderful drifting in and out<\/p>\n
of the crowds, where dancers appear<\/p>\n
perhaps as surprised to see us<\/p>\n
as we are of them.<\/p>\n
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There is value in such revelations\u2014<\/p>\n
of being sketch-hunters of the least parts.<\/p>\n
There are openings everywhere<\/p>\n
when we delight in the constant hatchings.<\/p>\n
We are moments of sky.<\/p>\n
Nothing exists for itself.<\/p>\n
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