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You are the elsewhere that has come to me

The un-thought thought, unreasonable rhyme,

Sudden unexpected inspriration,

Illogically divorced from place and time;

And yet you sing to me of chance perfection,

Of hope that goes beyond the written word

Turning all our plans and expectations

Into a dream which laughs at the absurd.

Why would I want to pin down this elation

With law and ritual meanly devised

By narrow-minded human misconception

Of all that is, because it's not espied

By scientific means or interception,

When all I need is streaming from the skies?

Brian Hick March 2011

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