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High Sometimes We can hail the cosmos We can get lost in the lyric of the sky We can hear beautiful & strange Language, tunes carved through millenniums (working so hard to sculpt not an edifice of limp importance but a defining eternal character culled from quintessence of all that's reeled that's true, that's right a labor of light that may purify the rot & sloth of etceteras dazed in a rash of invention) Humming along The melody through static Let hinges creek open to show worth Let angels decipher our sideways spiral towards ecstasy sometimes when high we think of bloated phrases like that then scratch ourselves silly in the morning wondering on the way to work why we even bother and then we are answered Lucid sometimes Our molecular coordinates Assembled to receive Beautiful & strange Chemistry through the ages Timeless drunken love songs, or Angst-ridden rues above the dirt-faced herd Profound In light Answers No tunnels Sometimes No escape
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