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