WIELDING THAT HAMMER
The trees are rushing by me, and
I saw God with that hammer again;
Overseeing something? Endless
hill and dale? One would hope.
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There are quiet moments between
the air and being, between the world
as we see it and what it really is. To
have to learn those quirks is the path
we call growing up.
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The mindless energy knows no
bounds - so, frankly, in this world
most anything can happen. And
it probably will. Wielding that
hammer again.
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