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It's cold in the yard |
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I don't know where to start |
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Everything is already tattooed somewhere |
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There's some halt in the way that things seem to work here |
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The sun's radiance reaches us in eight minutes |
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But given its age given the ever expanding nature of the universe |
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Somewhere 4 5 billion light years away its solar winds are breathing fire |
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For the first time its flares dancing through the dark |
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To awaken the worlds at their birth |
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Is our being this buoyant is some celestial observer watching us |
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Through a series of glass lenses |
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And mirrors jotting down notes of years ago maybe |
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Of his flight across the country from the the place |
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He called home to the place I've always called home |
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If so on what star on what rock does his life still shine |
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I've been tinkering with lead pipes and gunpowder aluminum frames fein |
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Saws and soldering irons steel |
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A fishbowl from the attic my astronaut's helmet winter gloves snow boots |
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And overalls over a wetsuit to stave off the cold a notebook of his thoughts |
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To stave off the loneliness infinity isn't anything until you are among |
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The stars searching for something I have lost have lost |
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Let us hope that the duct tape holds and my misguided science |
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And memories of his crooked coffee stained smile can lead me to a place |
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Where his light still illuminates the days |
