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Awakening*

(Listening to The Futures - Ain't No Time Fa Nothing)
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Comatose in this present state of being � � � �
We were awakening hungry ghosts � � � �
Agonizing in the ether: � � � �
Perfecting, to perfect this \world � � � �
Making good on the promise � � � �
On the promise to � � � �
Perfect the craft: Crafting creation � � � �
In material substance � � � �
The most delectable of birds � � � �
Reflecting God-ness � � � �
In water droplets � � � � �
Impressed upon even the staunch: � � � �
Stalwart-Unwavering of plants; � � � �
Their leaves wrapped up � � � �
Inside nesting with the � � � � �
Stems directing upward- the � � � �
"Songs featuring: murmur eyes" � � � �
{The Notes} � � � �
Inhaling, exhaling � � � �
Woodland borders � � � �
Lower trees in the bosom of nature � � � �
With the sunlight � � � �
With the sunlight � � � �
Tasting the shadows � � � �
Grading the colors � � � �
And the composition over time � � � �
But now (My Lord) is� � � � �
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Able to feel: able to rectify; � � � �
Pronounce, corporealize � � � �
And even manifest � � � �
What their heart had seen � � � �
What the heart had seen � � � �
Defining states of mind control: � � � �
Long enough for this suffering to stop � � � �
Being so fucking noble for us � � � �
And suddenly the years became � � � �
Reacquainted with themselves � � � �
Through our writings: restoring the � � � �
Power and politics to actuality, again. � � �
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(My Lord is a metaphor for...well you know what; ain't nothing slow about DUP)