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There is a comet
floating through this endless night
embraced with perfect symmetry
through the teardrop of infinity
in a window call the universe with no map
or intention
towards some floating destination
it will find
it will be found

no pride
no guilt
no hate
no ending

it sings its song
sings with a crooked tongue
looking off into a crooked sky
wondering what a mortal hand or eye
could carve this comet on its course
like a blind man riding on a croked horse
returning to the source with no thought
has ever happened
in time
wont be imagined

no pride
no guilt
no hate
no ending

no pride
no guilt
no hate
no ending
There is a comet    floating through this endless night   embraced with perfect symmetry   through the teardrop of infinity   in a window call the universe with no map    or intention   towards some floating destination   it will find   it will be found      no pride   no guilt   no hate   no ending      it sings its song   sings with a crooked tongue   looking off into a crooked sky   wondering what a mortal hand or eye   could carve this comet on its course   like a blind man riding on a croked horse   returning to the source with no thought   has ever happened   in time   wont be imagined      no pride   no guilt   no hate   no ending      no pride   no guilt   no hate   no ending