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mist
04:22
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Here the mist is mist.
Here the mist is fire.
Here the mist is drifting.
Here the living flee.
Soon it touches everyone.
Soon there is one it.
Soon each knows what it means.
Soon each can trust it in each other.
Maybe it is what was hollow.
Maybe it binds one to all.
Maybe the mist is everywhere.
Maybe the truth is true.
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is this it?
04:10
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Is this it? Is it here?
I dress my body
and move my blood.
I stand on my bones
and brace my heart.
I reach into the ground
and suck out the black
juice of the past.
I reach into the sky
and suck out the breath
from the mouth of the future.
I know what everybody knows.
I do what everybody does.
I find I am waiting
for something to rip open
the whole world at once.
I feel something wanting
to dawn. I am afraid, and yet
in these days right now,
these days in between
the opening and the dawning,
I remember that nothing
has ever been true
but this, all along, only this.
I watch my hands
and hold my faith.
I see a shape
in the chaos and I know
that shape is our home.
Is this it? Are we here?
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