AND IN THE BRIGHTENING
AIR I FEEL THEM NOW ARO
UND ME ONCE DEAR AND
CLOSE NOW NESTLE BETWEEN MY FING
ERS IN THE SHADOWS OF MY RIBS A BREATH
NO YOU WERE NEVER ALONE HERE
SEE SEE HOW WE ALL THE TIME HAVE
BEEN TRAVELING STATIC RADIO WAVES MOVING
TO FIND YOU HERE
--Dalia Sapon-Shevin
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