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In the
spark of one moment's pulse, There was a torch beaming in a young girl,
Who understood the earth was larger than her mind,
so she expanded
Landed in city, found her throat's guitar strings through
a microphone's heartbeat,
I found myself, peeling back layers of myself, like the ocean falls over into her mother's
palms, In the glistening of moments,
we learn the harmony of artwork stitched into anatomy,
In the center of Ohio's chest, there is a beat that drums hearts into existence,
city of flame, showering light over bodies of water,
Columbus, there is a hunger inside us to give, create, mend
Petals sway through the air like a bird's limbs,
Is it the fire of fight to cure every student of life? We are students of life!
Standing beneath stadiums of sculpted imaginations, Future's momentum, molding moments into memories,
Is it the uproar of laughter from ribcages? The sound of bodies weaving into open city
gaze?
We give, from the biggest blaze of our skeletal frame,
Touch the golden of now's pulse, explore,
sunlight pouring from pores, The giving of all that you are so that others
can become more,
We paint the faces of the community with the songs we were birthed into
We, be caterpillars carving our own rhythm, wings burst through skyline's backbone,
follow this city light home Where our voices find us,
collecting the earth's heartbeat with our palms,
Syncopation of philanthropic poised staccato, feast from the sounds of each other's stories
Did you mistake yourself for Jupiter? The sun?
Chasing your own horizon?
Why nature clings to our limbs of lighthouse, We are lighthouse!
How are souls starting waltzing and never stopped,
We taste the vibration of every waking moment, and respond in the
glow of now