We stand naked
In a dark place that’s cold
And barren and vast
Like an underground cavern.
We whisper and the sound
Echoes endlessly
Such that it becomes
A great cacophony
Wave upon wave hits us
And we regret our whisper
We wait in the newfound silence
Until we hear a faint voice
As if from far away but soon
It grows and we hear it clearly
It echoes: I am here
It says: I am with you
Though there is no light,
though it is cold
Though you can feel nothing
but the cold
Your heart begins to pound
Your blood begins to warm
Far away, in the darkness
There seems to be a light
Growing.
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