Probably never care for thought. Only ever care for darkness. How could you care for what you can even hear?

Hardly ever long for thought. Only ever long for childhood. How could you long for what you can never again hear?

Hardly ever envy caring. Only ever envy art. How could you envy what you can never see?

We know the wolf and dance with fear. You hear the wolf and wail with sorrow. The wolf hears you but does not shake.

The wolf cries. The wolf screams. The wolf screams with regret because it sees the childhood that it will never have.

The coyote wails. The coyote howls. The coyote wails with contentment because it hears the caring that it will never have.

The river is made of tar. The sky is made of tar. We are all made of tar and it's about time.

The earth is made of sand. The forest is made of sand. We are all made of sand and but it won't always be that way.

The forest is made of darkness. The void is made of darkness. We are all made of darkness and it's about time.

Barely trust belief. Only ever trust art. How could you trust what you can never again see?

Don't care for the crow because the crow is made of flies. You will be full of flies, too, when the time comes.

We feel the deer and moan with desire. You know the deer and shake with jealousy. The deer sees you but does not cower.

Don't envy the tree because the tree is covered in earth. You will be made of earth, too, when the time comes.

We see the ocean and scream with love. You hear the ocean and scream with glee. The ocean sees you but does not scream.

The lizard wails. The lizard dances. The lizard wails with sorrow because it sees the belief that it will never have.

We see the cloud and howl with terror. You hear the cloud and scream with sorrow. The cloud knows you but does not cry.

Don't distrust the desert because the desert is made of sand. You will be made of sand, too, in the end.

Never again regret art. Only ever regret thought. How could you regret what you can even know?

Even fear caring. Only ever fear victory. How could you fear what you can even feel?

We feel the coyote and rejoice with sorrow. You know the coyote and rejoice with jealousy. The coyote knows you but does not cry.

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