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Luck was kind to us
Our broken bits are held fast
By no accident
The look on your face
When I have to imagine
Changed from love to hate
Hey there, street gazer
Faces in the cabs and you
Who's looking at who?
If something feels changed
(crack in the kaleidoscope)
It probably is
And suddenly, sound
A tree fell and I was there
Heard silence, broken
Looking for meaning
How poets become poets
(secret: there is none)
Blow the dust away
Sing a softly fading tune
Until none remains
They feel like the stars
Billions and billions
These miles between us