If I could make an all-seeing kite
Tripping and soaring and following me
That I would release with the blink of a night
I would look for a sign in its sight
I would build a door, axe down a tree
Leaning kite, listen to the whispering, light
Of the oscillating spring, of the all-seeing kite
Singing: 'Open the door, get the pen, so that we
Can re-see all the things that our hands can't un-write'
Tallie
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