The next impossible thing to do
Our unstable star’s rocky past
Calls for both this broken morning
Every life we start from scratch
Though our play’s already cast
With characters and the right furniture
We swim to get to the next egg
That turns to our attention
The furtive lure of glances
That says we’ve lost something
It could be you or all of you
Out there in the hinterlands
In the landslides and tornadoes
Or in you waiting to be next
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