Do your eyes ever open wide
does the heart ever want to sing of nothing
Easing arms with a clearing cry
receiving all that stuff that was once feared inside of nothing
Tired tense eyes now want to fly and die
so to release the spark that lights the dark of nothing
Feel the pores deep down within some skin, begin again
a reconnection with that union one might call…
Then the eyes they open wide
and the heart begins to sing
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