Hexagram 23: Bo ('Stripping'). "A cycle is ending."
lyrics
Bruised eye, I remember you
walking under clouds
gray, and barely over the trees
Knowing what was coming
no words worth saying
bare, and unmoving
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
A room with walls again
the world's lost the shape
I'd only barely learned it could take
After the crash
but before the bills came due
I still would walk sometimes with you
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
We grew up from the ground with our movements all tied
to the spheres in the sky by wire
and we dance for a while down the length of the style
with our anthers dusting the wind
oh, what little hope
oh, how modest in depth and scope
balanced here, on this tightrope
We'll find that field again, maybe sometime soon
I'm thinking May or June
we'll lay on our backs,
watch the formless sky
turn in, fold, and ply
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
It puts itself together, it pulls itself apart
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