Oh God!
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The sound they must have heard in the distance
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A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across
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the narrows of the mountainsides, the cries of creatures crashing
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against cold rock, human voices heralding the hillside.
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Their bellows bounding ripe with resonance
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From here the unimportant call received the all important answer.
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Oh goddess who bore us what we must have done to have buried
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your daughters and prayed for a son.
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The wind and the rain spoke a language of wonder
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To a species rising thickly to a dialogue with thunder
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In the empty space between better and worse
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Language unravels and irony hurts.
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In the common place between hunger and thirst
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The words that define us a blessing and curse
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The words that confine the ideas traversed the ear
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To hear the song without verse, the sound of the sound of the sound
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Utter first, the burst into nothing so sudden and soft.
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The silence inside you when the music has stopped.
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Goddess Gagged
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Protest The Hero |