#1801 - we can only imagine what nature has made

 

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we can only imagine what nature has made

 

the mind inside

and just so far

 

in among the colours

under the unchorus

 

if words are an horizon

how’s this?

the code from which thought sprung

 

in everything, in everyone

now you see and now you don’t

 

in and out of course

through time mistaken

 

there’s a head full of anything dreamt

begins where?

then it will end as well

 

here’s strange ache of where we are

 

all those alien approximations

undoubtedly they’re ours

from here

 

I call it my own jungle

but the jungle’s deep in me

 

we must imagine only

all that nature allows