Carried up and down
By the seriousness of the sun
As we are every day
Bouncing on this slow-motion
Trampoline of the earth
Taking a trouncing
And finally lying down flat
So our dreams can filter down
And the stars restore us
To some semblance of ourselves
Ready or unready for the world
It's just that I think of us all
Every morning waking up and
Send you greetings from my soul
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