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Sitting at the edge
Of the endangered life,
We weary creatures linger
To listen to the silence of the void
Like an inevitable eclipse.

With hearts pounding
Beneath the flesh,
We run to the ultimate conclusion
Feeling a way with numb hands
As though blindness had struck us.

For a moment nothing is heard
Around for a thousand hundred miles,
Cutting off ties and reaching for lies
Something stirs in the great depth of life
And it is then that the voice is heard.

It wants us to come home.

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