Down, hear where we are
Faces of what we face, forgetting
light, buoyant, instruments
of the oxygen gods
Read MoreDown, hear where we are
Faces of what we face, forgetting
light, buoyant, instruments
of the oxygen gods
Read MoreWhen there is nostalgia for touching
anything at all
There is coming down for prayer
and wishing you were here
To kneel before this
The one question, the next verse
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