If earth is the body of human beings
Water must be the body of angels
Isn't it their life we see looking across the lake
The exhilaration of mist and spray
We feel them in our blood
And way out those proud clouds
And lightening bolts out of the blue
Aren't they gathering up the feasts
Of archangels violent and calm
And finally the primal beginnings
Who focus their warmth in us
Whose bodies are our I's
Aren't they always starting over
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