when you get younger
The world is lost
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The new world has cracked the seams of the old
muscles strain and tear as societies bones grow in wild ways
some born of the new world worship the old maddening piety
some of the old world baptize themselves in the water of the new
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What of mixing the old world and new? Must we banish the scabs and scars of the old world?
Must we banish the wonder of this new world for the safety and sanctity of the old?
Can you see that of the old imbued with strength from the new?
Can see buttresses ensuring the security of the new made of the old?
We may finally mix iron and clay.
Make miracles everyday
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When you get younger, you'll understand.
This jumbled wonderful world offers it.
Nothing need be lost unnecessarily.
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We need only learn to weave worlds
