| We cannot begin to see
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| the realms beyond
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| the periphery.
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| These ghost and odd anomalies
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| that whisper of reality.
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| But modern man is so adept
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| at skimming past the ocean’s depths.
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| From Sheol to shore but still convinced.
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| We can’t feel the spinning underneath.
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| This globe rotates and no one perceives.
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| We’re so small but man always believes
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| we are the center, measure of all things.
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| If this is where we lie,
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| some place between the matter and the mystified.
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| And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside.
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| Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.
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| And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life.
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| We
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| Are
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| So
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| Small.
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| This is where we lie,
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| some place between the matter and the mystified.
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| What if all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.
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| What if all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes.
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| Oh it’s so small. |