I see faces in everything around me
Figure forms agree
Tugging toward breathing life
Cities hear, trees whisper
There is something growing near
Twisting time and curving railways
We can make something feel more real than real
Carry the paperweight, lift the kite
It is our birthright to delight
Skeleton whiskey drink
Searching for links
Shifting into inter play
Pressing ink to the page
It's time to move off stage
Sit within and rearrange
Hold me accountable and hold me
I just like beauty
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