Look up at the clouds and see the flutter of the wings of the dove

The sky beneath those blue-iridescent blue and white poster colors that hold them all.

All in all that’s all you see, peer in closer there’s nothing more to come into view

Thank beaten hands for toiling not cottony clouds

Give graceful gratitude to ever pumping mind machine

Not the birds migrating innocently

No, there’s no miracle

No, there wasn’t anything divine

All that you see before you is our world and it has been this way all this time.



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