Railing against reality
We band together in our expressive plight
Staring out a van window as miles blur with time
Days pass unexamined
Yet there is a the sound of creation binding us to another
From our hands
From our throats
It comes soothing or raw
Clothes damp with sweat
Breath being caught again
Loud rooms of catharsis
Hope and despair amplified
Ears deafened
In bed waiting for sleep
but the sound of tones
ringing out
will bring us to the darklands
Our faith punished
and rewarded
All we ever wanted
Someone has noticed
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