look up the sky striped in lurid peach
the cuddled cat doesn't care but I do
look out over mountain ranges paling
in the haze drink the high-altitude air
think as clear as the racing stream icy
cold warm sun flashing on rocks below
it's nothing personal until you make it
matter doing its energetic best shining
if you eye it right livelihood right action
if you choose if lucky if not do it anyway
I am not who you think I am look up the
stripes yield to the waning moon me too
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