From atop the tower babbling I never wished for heaven.  From atop the panicked acme I was just looking for a party.

So, now that I don’t understand what anyone else is saying, it is not so different from before when I didn’t seem to speak your language anyway.

So why is everyone crazed – running – descending – I know what to do as do you, know brick makes walls and we can climb higher – a minute ago I knew and now has not changed – And what is wrong with touching God?  Unless it is the fear of discovering we must build that too.                     

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