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That threads it all together
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Can words match it?
The way letters are cast into thoughts
And they grow from there
Spiraling into new places
If thoughts could occupy space.
And maybe time can bring us closer?
Like visiting our birthplace
Where the vistas remain
But the ground is changed.
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Help us all
All of us help
Forge letters into
Ideas
That are rivers
And life and movement.
Shaken Rain 