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Onto the eyes below

Cast your shadow

Into the open ears

Blowing fear

Crawl toward the edge of sleep

The stars are falling

The voices are beckoning

Stand on your feet

There is no need to be crawling

The eyes are opening

Sky voices sing

Visions overwhelming

Sky voices sing

Helped to your feet,

Sat down by the priests,

Who place the crown

Upon your head

Stand up and look around

There is no need

Get off the ground

Old suns line the sky

Burning on high

Something more

Intense than night

The stars are

Uncomfortably bright

Forming the oldest

Two dimensional language

Something truly "universal"

Spoken across galaxies

White suns line the sky

Glow by fire

Stand on your feet

There is no need to be crawling

Stand up and look around

There is no need

Get off the ground