Sprawling melodies open unto rooms of closed ears. Your idols make you servants.  Only within incoherence does a form require shape.  Each day, the sun rises, and humility returns again. Ask the universe for clarity, and infinity bites back.  A question demands an answer.  Time slows, tires squeal, lips meet.  I could save the world with the perfect pair of jeans.

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