what keeps the water in the land
to hold its drops from dripping up
and raining down into the sky
for eyes of you or even mine
are looking up into the blue
yet looking down from another view
our magnet soles cling to the land
when into the nightly abyss our
gaze pours down into the sky
for lies anew or even of old
are spilled into the cosmos
and retold for every directional cue
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