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Dillon Callaghan Aug 2014
The light shines through a crack in the window
Held up to the surface I can see it
I listen to the sound of frackturing ground
And I am the earth quaking
And I am the fire burning
And I am the wind blowing
And I am the water flowing
I am all as one
And I am none
I am the weeping willow
I am the creeping black widow
I am the crying child
And I am the ringing bell
I am the ticking clock
And I am the belfry
I am the wheel spinning
I am the world turning
Three hundred sixty degrees
A day a year
I am all minute seconds
I am a tear shed for a friend dead
I am the restless in bed
Tossing and turning in my head
I am gears and cogs working
Toward a finality
I am another fatality
I am a river running high and dry
I am a rainbow in the sky
I am a bird and I fly
Through the spectrum of color
I am the Mind at Large
I am the end of the rainbow
Where the *** of gold is
Inside of me
I am the color of everything
Blended into nothing
I am the black and white
I am the blind in sight
I am the darkness
And I am the light

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