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The Week the Image Learned the Way Home
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[Intro — spoken, low]
Sunday to Sunday.
Six repos deep.
The week the image learned the way home.
[Verse 1 — Interatlas]
Stared at the ceiling of the sky —
every naked-eye star and Andromeda drifting by,
Ptolemy's forty-eight drawn in thin white lines,
change your perspective and you change all the lines.
All stars visible to the human eye,
Then down — down through atmosphere and rain,
rivers in the air, dust and smoke and pollution's stains,
wind painted white at its true altitude,
whales tracked by species through the deep ocean blue.
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