In that vast place
There are messages that arrive, tho
No one has any responsibility
For them,
And out there,
Some universal
Knits all the truths together
Because life,
The glory of the
Heartbeat
Blows a quirky wind
Against the
Old place tonight.
I say, now is not the
Time to stop.
But you
Know this.
Know this.
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