What lives in the spinning middle
Between dawn and total darkness
What stands out there between
Life and death vacillating
Between heat and cold
Is it not you my soul
A small hut we build
Using the wings of great beings
Hungry for the food that heals
We know is coming to us
Say only the word
In every moment you
Creating us and we
Creating you
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