This world that hides
While it reveals
This other world
Can't make up its mind
Whether to be a material
Or a wholly spiritual thing
Or something in the middle
It hovers here in the wind
Appreciative of dreams
Descending from moon or sun
Tearing it apart or slowly
Putting it back together
It's still so young
Taking its sweet time
So much against it
And yet it swims on
One arm over the other
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