Only the eyes of owls can be seen here;
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they are the stars, they radiate.
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and every constellation
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is a fraction of God's DNA
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that we were made to notice and navigate.
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as the moon commands the tide
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to balance the weight of change,
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we must learn to follow all the same.
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when the northern lights were born,
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the color poured into our eyes,
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like tipping a glass with the ocean inside.
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into the darkness,
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we will send our symphonies -
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a shorthand of existence,
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a slowly turning key,
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the voyager will leave us
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with this modest memory of home.
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when the sunlight wakes the earth
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from its deep sleep,
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all creatures bloom.
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and through lifted lashes, all is new.
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as a newborn recognizes
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its mother's voice from inside the womb,
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may we remember the warmth of our youth.
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the overture was written,
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like the calm before a storm.
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with hummingbird precision,
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we must follow every chord...
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time-lapse reveals a slight of hand,
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it unties the rules of time and plan.
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stillness is only a state of mind,
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a blind spot that brightness has left behind.
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wet paint is a privilege that we will find.
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as the wrist of an artist
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pulls the foreground into the frame,
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we must learn to focus, all the same.
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all these restless conversations
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have tied a string to every living thing,
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and our illustrations will draw them near.
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Timelapse
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| Sleeping At Last |
