Short of breath
deaf
soul whistling past
crushed by the carried
dark fist in our back
spring us from beneath
the pounding weight
cradle us in your arms
Break me open
break me out
sudden sight
heard and hear
know and be known
say your name
call me
from the formless faceless masses
These are they
these are I
in all the stumbling earth within
I seek you
cry a name in the wilderness
the name we choose
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