Telestar
There are those who live and die
Claiming shadows with deliberate decision
On the grounds of negative space
Living lives of resolute precision
In the fields of time and stories
Our spotlight history has forgot
Somehow they have not
They are watching the Eternal
Unfolding patterns they are mapping
As if seeing it all laid out
Where the rest of us are busy wrapping
Ourselves to hide in perpetual change
Of wind and sun and rain at the cross-roads thunder
Seeing only the weather we pass through or under
If one should turn and look at you
Ambling down our street of dreams
Playing up fantastic avenue
You would know you had been seen
In all the aspects you've concealed
That your self had been revealed
From cradle song to funeral march
As if in your life the whole fuque beat
Orchestrated through consciousness more real
To a crystallization of notes complete
Almost hearing as you tremble on the verge
Almost there as he walks away whistling a dirge
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