With Space we find that Objects rhyme - a relative of It is Time
In finding one - of one you see - my word what has become of me?
With space we find that objects rhyme - a relative of it is time
In finding one - of one you see - my word what has become of me?
Each step we take - an invisible ladder
Spring forth the mind, what is the matter?
One rung we climb we tell the latter
Learn these lessons - teach a nation
Each word a root of its creation
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For rhyme a reason - for reason a rhyme
This message here is more sublime
From left and right familiar talk
The wings of planes on which we walk
Across the plains - the owners - stock
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Higher still they pay the top
This play you fear may never stop
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Each gripe we moan, the causes fuss
The web they weave they pilot us
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A choice removed - the level - ground
They seek to form a lower bound
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Remove the ending where you sat
“Curiosity killed the cat”
But satisfaction brought it back
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The lessons there were not yet done
As “Jack of all trades - master of none”
Is better still than only one
This all one day will “trickle down”
From high they dwell in faceless town
The smoke - it rises - double down
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Fear not! They miss which mode we may
The love is cause - the cause is day