In the beginning, there is no word, and no eye
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In the beginning, there is sound
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In the beginning, we create with our mouths
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Do we know who makes what sound?
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Do we know who, from who, no
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Sound is more familiar than subjects, and time, and time
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We are, and sound hugs our bodies
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There is darkness
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Sound travels across it
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Invisible bodies carry
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Darkness leads us closer to what will in the future be called death
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Which is now inseparable from what will in the futur be called life
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W exist and sound hugs our bodies
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I reach out for a vowel, and it’s so soft
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I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
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At this time, there is no 'I', and we don’t know God
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Can we ever truly be selfless and compassionate when we don’t know 'I',
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I wonder?
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I think about this as I am talking to Jehovah’s witnesses—they're at the door
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What is human, is human, an 'I'?
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A non-'I'? |
A selfless action?
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Can you ever really say you are knocking on a door as a selfless act?
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Because you are imposing your belief on someone else
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You are admitting that you believe that your belief is worth more than whatever
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beliefs behind the door
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You knock on the door because you believe in the context of a door,
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and in conviction, preaching, spreading the good word
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In the beginning, there is no good word
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In the beginning, there is no word
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There is voice, and it comes from somewhere
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Invisible bodies bring it over to here, from there
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Does that mean it doesn’t come from me?
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I don’t know what who is
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Isn’t the idea of God the idea of self?
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I want to ask the Jehovahs
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Perhaps that thing about selflessness boils down to my own limited
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understanding of selflessness
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To me, selflessness has a lot to do with singing
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Kissing is a selfless act, or at least, potentially a selfless act
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Singing could, should be about compassion
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In the beginning, there is darkness
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Sound travels across it
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Invisible bodies carry
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In the beginning, there is darkness
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Sound travels across it
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Invisible bodies carry
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I try to go there
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For I fail to go there
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But somewhere it’s there
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Fragmentary
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Moments when I’m stretching out of myself
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To get closer to you
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Will I ever get close, closer, close enough to sound you
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Together
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Tissue and sound
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Is what is stretching out of myself
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Will I ever get close
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Will I ever cross my hands?
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Carried by invisible bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
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Now it’s where would I
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If I had another’s mouth
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To get closer to you
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To sound you, to sound you, will I ever get close, closer, close enough to
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sound you
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Together, together, together, together, together, together, together, together
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(Out) Together
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(Out) Together
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(Out) Together
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(Out) Together
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(Out) Together
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Tissue and sound
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Is what is stretching out of myself
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Tissue and sound
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Is what is stretching
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Will I ever get close
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Will I ever cross my hands?
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Carried by invisible bodies
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Carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried, carried,
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carried, carried, carried, carried, carried
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Stretching
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Stretching out of myself
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Out of myself
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Who looks when I’m stretching
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In the beginning, there is no 'I'
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There is sound
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Will I ever get, will I ever get, close, closer, close enough?
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough
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Close, closer, close enough |