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  • Street light calls from where rains once were
    talking to earth from above a place we can't see thru
    but know is there, sometimes as a rainbow above the grey show
    Like all the dreams holding the same love in every part of us, We want to See

    Wind windows breath particles from every clear life stream directly into us
    make us move within the gestures we display surrounding our looking glass eyes
    Our hands feel the micro to macro touch in connections fully here
    sometimes it seems like it is a far away time
    sometimes so close we become another world of urgent fire in the daylight

    Measured notes cost the framework nothing we describe beyond our singing
    questions like what am I doing here in this life
    how did that fire heat my internal weather
    see faith the way I do without any needed complications
    reach out when no one ever knew where the keys for me were
    a moment like a life that is already here in a all out complete dancing spree
    Made of the same dust passing us with the free speed of thought
    knowing that life is faster than all of this present understanding of light.

    One day
    One day
    One day

    We will know we have always been ready for our plural universe
    Laughing in a running play with our sentient hearts
    throwing colors of past presents for ever more
    Love in the place where we hold our own mind
    so no one can tear it down to remove all the differences
    have reason to do so just so you might think like they do
    try to make jails of our very own souls which are used to playing with full symphonies
    Balance between all moments where we are partners with the EverNow
    In touch with all this rising Evergy behind all our floating whispers

    I felt this way a few times before but only when my paradigm died
    or crossed the threshold beyond an open door I held open for myself
    drowned in a ocean night that didn't know what it was going to take back into its life
    Shot with Iron a few times losing nothing but blood
    suffering my own creations young men get caught in all to often
    Crying America so I couldn't stand the run from it anymore
    All of that showed me something more inside about why I needed to come back somehow
    like this fire I tend burning unfailing connections made stronger
    showed me how I felt the strands of time making me part of the continuous Wave...
    In celebrations like the 1st of January or the fourth of July
    I'll keep yearning for returning to the place I never left.
    That comes from our Emotions force
    Our Dreams seen as perfect
    Our practice at living with everything passion

    I know
    I know
    I know
    why I am here

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