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We are Nature -
and Nature is us.

We come from stars, one day we'll be dust
but don't despair, don't pull out your hair,
one day we'll become more than sum of parts.
(everything under the sun).
We'll be free.

For now, scouring scenic stars in mind
ascending, spiral cars -
launch ourselves beyond our limits, in mind;
to dream a dream that millions would not dare,
and only you can.

Dare.

Black and tar like sky-masks swamp in a sea of dense black nothing.
but lights blast through -
Love in 4 dimensions.

Time,
Space,
Width,
Breadth.

This ending is an eclipse.
Stream of conciousness with some editing afterwards

— The End —