I make it a regular practice
To go out there past the moon
Far enough to be overwhelmed
And forced to sit down
On some starry outcropping
And look back on our earth
Clearly just an opal water-drop
Falling from the roof of heaven
After a good rain or flood
Where I can hear the singing
of our grand grand parents
Saturn's deep note calling them
Back to us with giant steps
And baby steps Blind Man's Bluff
Children once again
The song of the earth
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