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Patience
It's the thing that's waiting in-between
A waking moment and a forgotten dream
It's the force that binds us all
A giant magnetic draw
To a planetary ride through astral planes
And darkened horizons
The thing that is thinking the next thought
And pushing me to talk
An ancient thing, a wordless something
Whispering
It's watching and waiting without a sound,
Hiding upside downtown
Running up staircases to the milkway,
Tell me what the angels will say
Races all night long, all day, all year
Never touches me no never near
The End
