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Because of things remembered, nothing changes
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We simply follow
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Rhythms that are distant echoes
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Ancestors turning in their sleep
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Silhouetted on the future, playful figures that cut
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Across the winking eye of God's projector
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A partial eclipse of the original light that
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Emanates in all directions
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So that darkness isn't pierced but rather
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Forced to retreat
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Pushed out by its own internal explosion
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The screen of God's movie is time expanding
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And every atom is a solid globular mirror in which
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His grotesque anamorphic grin splits the darkness
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Everywhere our world's expanding
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Journeys through the soul
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Past all thought and understanding
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Science or control
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Looking into the future
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Is looking at the past
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In whichever direction you happened to face
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You were forward and I was slipping back
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In the time it takes for the light of the -stars-
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To stir-the retina-rods and cones
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History's in the beholder's eye
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A fait accompli dans une autre endroit
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The further away we are, the farther back we see,
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Unless we could gaze, instantly across the sound
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Where, moored like ships, planets anchored
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Swing and sway-golden barges
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Laden down with mist and frozen crystals
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Dancing away
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Everywhere our world's expanding
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Journeys through the soul
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Past all thought and understanding
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Science or control
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New Physics Rant
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| Julian Lennon |
