Every morning more to know
Every night a further dream
The same routine never the same
How many chances are we given
To draw a perfect circle
Or a single straight line
My first teacher said to practice
With my finger on the air
And let my breath erase them
Once they've entered my brain
And go out into the garden
And find them in leaf and stone
All you'll ever need she said
To become a human being
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