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We are the walls in formless shapes. The overbearing weight. This house weighs heavy on my mind. Erasing tapes, undocumented faiths. Took down your pictures and your belongings. In boxes buried under the soil, in the yard behind our tree, youll wait. Wrote tiny poems through the lines of my hands. Little birds flew by me. The winds been calling your name south in pursuit of foreign lands. Cant go back. Wheres your tact? Wheres your grace? Where are the things you replace? Are our words more than sound? We cut the air and weve found to lose your faith in the world is to lose faith in yourself. We are ghosts in your homes. We travel under the floor. And when our voices fail us we will find new ways to sing. When our bodies fail well find joy in the peace that it brings. The world is a beautiful place but we have to make it that way. Whenever you find home well make it more than just a shelter. And if everyone belongs there it will hold us all together. If youre afraid to die, then so am I.
