You can believe with out even looking
You can feel a certain way
We think of jets as fire
They coolly create the modern world
Super massive black hole jets birth stars
They are fire in the dark
Consumed dead and gone illuminates our existence
We can look at things closer
Thomas and his doubting also blessed
Some words that are left out have more meaning than those present
Absence is measured by the heart
Like how the dog tells time with his nose
We can go the other way around
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