Suspension

Suspension

Kneaded in the depths of us

A hammock of life at the ready

Born among our own


We hold it near

Colliding side by side with another

Something we cannot bear


Bent and stretched around our embodiment

A chorus heard in our voice

Yet we cannot speak it


A void casted between

Forever we see

Yet we cannot cross it


It follows our motions

Something related

Fallen from our touch


Time departed

We feel the presence

But our spirit is not rested


Awakened but hollow

It hasn’t made contact

But it has spoken our name


We are suspended

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