PureInsight | June 18, 2006
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The man stares
(the profit margin)
The Orphan points
(the profit margin)
My shirt seems blue
In the nightly scenting of the moon
Stars spin like marbles
across this universe
as deep as it is vast
Our heads spin along
And, for the first time ever, We fall
Towards
The colossal
Firmament
Consummation Achieved
(the profit margin)
The Orphan points
(the profit margin)
My shirt seems blue
In the nightly scenting of the moon
Stars spin like marbles
across this universe
as deep as it is vast
Our heads spin along
And, for the first time ever, We fall
Towards
The colossal
Firmament
Consummation Achieved
