If you cognize we all
Must be born again
In different minds and bodies
If you go far enough out
On that inevitable limb
And wonder why it should be
This way why mother why
You must have an archangel's eyes
To take a drone's wide view
Of things and yet it changes everything
Whole histories fall into place
Chance and destiny make sense
The world impersonates us
As we impersonate the world
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