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| ANGEL OF THE LOOP |
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Run
From your self
From defined sensibilities
Eating pie in the sky
Confounding predictions
The poetic use of space-time
Optimise opportunity
And enter the mystery
You are a stream, a rainbow and a kiss
You are a stone, a bee and a wind
You are a song, a knife and a bed
Run to bed-gate, dream it all out
Run from dread fate, she has magnetic key
Run in spiral time
You can dream a centre
You can be all space
You can beat this rap
And who is that running from you
And does the runner perceive the loop
Loop
Give up, form roots
Blind roots, know nothing
Intimately
Be no thing
Time turns without you
Turn time inside out
Drink the residue
Take time, make space
And space turns you inside the loop
Loop
Run
From your self
And who is that running from you
And does the runner perceive the loop
Loop
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