you hear them lament
and you think their voices
are beautiful and still
too thin
as if they are never enough
to fill the air
to cover the ground
to stand on their own
occasionally there are voices
rising above the chorus
they lift and vibrate
my chords and yours
they speak with an intensity
that makes the mouths of man
speak their words
willing breaking the bonds
they lift up a storm
and then they fall sweetly
back into the chorus
now that we know
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