Not resisting anything
Finding a hidden gem in every pile of shit
And leaving the rest alone

Patient with small baby turtles taking their small baby steps
Knowing the seed will sprout and raise all up unassisted
Just when conditions are right

Call it Magic, call it Science

Letting the water flow to all lowliest places
and clean up the mess that had piled up there
Seeing it float with the tide

Feeling for all your fellow brothers
Too nauseous to do the same
Having been nauseous yourself for too long

Look, the spring flood has brought about
The end of our nice little well-manicured tidy world

Call it Magic, call it Science

We can jump right into the vast ocean abyss
Trembling
With both fear and excitement

That neither Science nor Magic
Prepared us
For what happens next

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