How will we know them
When they come
The new geniuses out of the blue
Supplementing the old lights
If we don't sometimes
Sit and listen for them
The better ideas out of the future
Mere pictures of what is happening
In heaven falling from the sky
To be sorted later
Later and later it gets
To be a true listener
To let the beauty of the world
Speak for itself
And be heard
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