If I wrote it in the sky, you would stare at the ground.
If I drew a picture in the sand, you would stare at the sky.
If I spelled it out in front of you, you would look backward.
If it echoed from behind you, you would just stare straight ahead.
Maybe if I could illustrate it inside you, you could understand,
if only you could stop looking outside yourself.
Love to all.
For Everyone and No One
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