Oh God is simply that which lies
Forever just beyond the limits
Of what we already seem to know
And I want to know you
Like an invitation
We have only questions
Bless these limitations
And I want to see you
In the tree tops swaying
But I'll always find you
In the wet grass saying
"God is simply that which lies
Forever just beyond the limits
Of what we already seem to know"
And oh what graceful patterns
That repeat then scatter
If my steps seem random
And my will abandoned
The machine elves whisper
"Let the matter settle
Worrying is praying
Praying to the devil"
Clem Snide
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