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Sometimes there no real
way to put into words what
one means. It can be
something as ordinary as
how the sky meets the ground,
or the well-timed clap of thunder,
or the flight of crows. That
moment cannot be completely
summed. There is beauty in
that simplicity.
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We change
throbbing in the
morning moonlight–
pulsing to
the beat of
the heart in
our heads,
the heart in
the golden
sky. We
chase the
ecliptic in
light suits,
our hands in
a plait, wings
carrying us
ever higher.
We came to
consult the
Manifestoscope
with our empty
hands. We gushed
in shining hexa-
yoga waking
cyber dreams
and opal essence
night suits. Our
tongues spat
miracle fire,
and our eyes
took in the one
brilliance, and
burnt bright
like day with
wet power. There
we spouted glee
like the best of
them.
So say,
to bring
the knife
down close,
to bring
the level
up. Say
R-I-S-E!
RISE! RISE!
