I found this while looking through my journal from years ago.  It still felt interesting, so I thought I would post.

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The spaces of the step move through time

Alone in the way of the world

    The children of the seven

          Will pull the life sideways

     Almost forgotten is the 

                 PULSE

      Shockwaves of the

                  past

                      in the future of

                      my present

.

.

I still know the

     one to save

            the Earth

      the moon

           the stars

                  the shape

                         of what I

                                want

                                    to 

                                     be

                            still unknown

                               to try to force

All I have to [do] is to do

       Not try but do

.

.

I am the Bastard 

         son of the Planet

Except when it

          Rains

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