[[ a song about how we try to find and describe our own consciousness ]]
now where were we?
the parts of the thing
try to trace
the shape of the thing
a beam of light
tries to see
the source of the light
the wind in the air
wants to know
the sun and the air
we are
nowhere in particular, we are
a bend in the road, we are
a draft through a door, we are
the iridescence of fly, we are
an eddy in a river running down to the end of all time
now where were we?
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