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Perspective
Fleeting, fleeting, fleeting, fleeting,
there's no fishing line that will keep you from reeling,
nothing to hold that won’t sand slip through fingers,
nothing quite absent and nothing quite lingers
My feet are in Egypt and ears are in Greenland,
my knee at the 3 and my head at the 12-hand,
when it’s twilight and dawn, Eden and world’s end,
there is nothing I have and nothing I haven’t
When loose ends are looped and we’re ready to walk,
when mountains are mounds and the sky a beanstalk,
when justice is just and all our fates rhyme,
that’s when I will know to just give it some time