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This is for the two-year-olds who can not be understood because they speak half english and half god.
AskI’m tuning my guitar at 12:43 am.
The world is turning,
I can feel it
It’s like a gear in the machinery in the universe of night
We’re smaller gears, with interconnected stories that grow and form,
even while we sleep,
things are turning, right now,
major plot twists are building bridges to find you, they are restless as a child, learning patience just the same
I sit on my bed playing a song that I will forget
The machinery in my chest is making glowing things that I will give to my children
The world is turning,
there is a bridge, leading somewhere I’ve never been,
materializing beneath my feet.