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There is a world inside every song experienced in every heart within the souls of those who live on planets that spin inside galaxies that turn, dreams that burn within the hopes and fears of lost men at sea, always searching for the elusive ‘me’ within the me that cannot change because it must not die nor must we try to decipher because there is space in every time, time in every space, love in every trace of what once was alive and real, tangible and could feel the wind, the fire, the earth, and the sea that churns beneath the sky, the dome, the envelope, the home, the beauty amidst the fear behind the smile, perched on the tear of the woman who holds and carries the sphere, the here beyond the now, past the how, outside the known, beneath the love, outside thought, before yesterday and tomorrow exists a universal sorrow that once one is, one eventually will not, and yet galaxies will spin and light will travel and the sun will never set.
