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There is a river around
Me of love, a writing of fire
A slab of jade on my back
A testament to the love
Of what we do, not why we do it
It’s like God working through
Us, or a snowstorm in August
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Or the circular days finding
A year of extraordinary fantasy
That’s art, and that’s also life
Relationships, mutual influences
The energy behind a book
The process of alphabets
Converting on a brain
Unifying incoherent symbols
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A language of creation
How birds and stars can meet
And how creatures evolve
There is a river of sound
It’s the narrative of all stories
Of the very act of story-telling
It’s the inheritance of millions
Of years of effort, to grow
And to understand truly
What it means to be human
And now, it’s all changing.
Great. The ending really got me because it kind of woke me up to exactly what you were trying to say.