That if you want to know how you're made,
You must pay attention to the rhythm of your belly,
As your body follows the waves,
And take note your perceptions on the highs,
And on the lows,
Not the specifics, mind you, only the structure.
It's not what, but how you know.
And all this means that you must live first,
Before you can know how it is you live,
Which is both dangerous and exhilarating,
And must be risked if you are ever to give,
A representation that's alright,
And true to who you are.
What is there to know in life, if not yourself,
Before the position of the stars?
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