Let us split atoms if not hairs.<\/p>\n
The ABCs have already been<\/p>\n
Split, as have the pithy proceeds<\/p>\n
From our last venture together\u2026<\/p>\n
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Is it any less a miracle when things<\/p>\n
Merge together than when things<\/p>\n
Split\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0apart?<\/p>\n
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Of course not!<\/p>\n
But in this natural-until-proven-innocent<\/p>\n
Age of ours, where the purity of a newborn<\/p>\n
Child can be diminished to a bacterial woops,<\/p>\n
It may take a supernatural split to show how<\/p>\n
Even the flow-and-ebb of things together really<\/p>\n
Is as miraculous as\u2026well, as miraculous as we<\/p>\n
Make it!<\/p>\n
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Without miracles we would think everything was<\/p>\n
Natural<\/p>\n
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Without nature we would think everything was<\/p>\n
Miraculous<\/p>\n
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A true miracle is taking that which is natural and<\/p>\n
Making it\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0miraculous<\/p>\n
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It happened when
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Pharaoh sent out
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The people<\/i><\/p>\n
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Strange, almost miraculous,<\/p>\n
For it would seem two total<\/p>\n
Opposites attract here\u2026<\/p>\n
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(Pharaoh<\/i>: the epitome of exile;<\/p>\n
Sent out<\/i>: the epitome of freedom)<\/p>\n
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(Perhaps<\/p>\n
An oxymoronic a statement<\/p>\n
As \u201cclass act\u201d \u2013 people with<\/p>\n
Real class do not have to act<\/p>\n
And people who do, generally<\/p>\n
Do not have much real class\u2026)<\/p>\n
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Ah, but this is true freedom:<\/p>\n
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There is a freedom, let us call<\/p>\n
It Freedom Lite, a fat-free liberation<\/p>\n
With fewer calories but also with much<\/p>\n
Less taste: this freedom allows for one to<\/p>\n
Be free today from the prisons of yesterday;<\/p>\n
However, in this freedom there is no fat, no<\/p>\n
Taste, the prisoner crawls away with what he<\/p>\n
Came (which is really less than what he had),<\/p>\n
Broken, angry, sad \u2013 the upright man that was<\/p>\n
Replaced by the bent back that is\u2026 and the cell<\/p>\n
Within which he spent an eternity remains as it<\/p>\n
Was, a cell: hungrily awaiting its next victim\u2026<\/p>\n
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Then there is a freedom, a true freedom, where<\/p>\n
The prisoner leaves so much stronger than he came:<\/p>\n
The warden himself, the epitome of all things cell-<\/p>\n
Ular, the master of chain and shackle alone opens<\/p>\n
The door, the bars themselves become symbols of<\/p>\n
Freedom, the fences themselves become signs of<\/p>\n
Exodus, the watchtowers and sirens themselves<\/p>\n
Shout out that this here prisoner walks freely,<\/p>\n
Proud, his head held high and his bags stuffed<\/p>\n
To the brim with all the knowledge, all the riches<\/p>\n
All the treasures, all the strengths he has taken<\/p>\n
From the unhealthy cell that was to the healthiest<\/p>\n
Of cells that is\u2026<\/p>\n
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Egypt, in the beginning a place of confinement,<\/p>\n
A place that would do anything to deny G-d\u2019s<\/p>\n
Existence, anything to believe that nature is not<\/p>\n
Miraculous, anything to drown the cry of a soul<\/p>\n
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Ah, but now, today, Pharaoh the leader of this Egypt<\/p>\n
Has sent out the people, the leader of exile himself has<\/p>\n
Declared freedom\u2026<\/p>\n
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The people did not leave quietly, decimated, ashamed,<\/p>\n
Their souls intact but their bodies beaten and scarred:<\/p>\n
No, they left with a boom and bang, the physical as<\/p>\n
Complete as the spiritual, sent out by the physical,<\/p>\n
Once it\u2019s nemesis, itself: the entire universe knew they<\/p>\n
Were leaving, a proud nation heading for Mount Sinai and<\/p>\n
The Promised Land<\/p>\n
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When the body which imprisoned your soul is the one<\/p>\n
To send you to freedom, you know you are truly free.<\/p>\n