How bright the pain
How sharp the rain
Does anyone look to see the music play
The smell of the words
Brought tears to the birds
And broke the rainbows along the way
Brains are bent
Numbers are rent
As the geometry of the universe is unfolded
Blow holes in the Tao
As you paint the holy cow
And what once was right is now remolded
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Author:
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