| I recognize a god in myself, a powerful blood-curdling spirit
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| I cross the constellations, impowering the impulse and I know
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| In two dimensions or maybe more
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| I see many of myself or maybe none
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| Three of you or maybe six
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| I will confess but where?
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| I’m made of dust of those who fall in front of me
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| I’m falling in space, along and around
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| A hundred million suns behind me
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| But it is dark as if there is none
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| In the black light of the universe you do not cast a shadow
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| In the black light of the universe I do not see you
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| In two dimensions or maybe more
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| I see many of myself or maybe none
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| Three of you or maybe six
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| I will confess but where?
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| I’m made of dust of those who fall in front of me, I will fall into dust |