Inspiration it breaks it shapes it forms
found only in our day to day norm?
From where does it come?
Where will it grow?
Behind the glass you will surely know.
In a sound, a look, a thought, a dream,
the cry of a baby or that first morning dream.
We flick through windows of each other's pain,
Holding embraces, remembering names.
Contemplate physics of this world and that,
In a world that is roun…
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