Call and response
9/23/2020 06:25 AM
Rising from the earth
To the surface we began
As faces melted in the sand
Where does the energy go
When we hold on too tight
Slips through our fingers
Gone as quickly as it came
Absent at first light
Returned to the primal ether
We let things flow, without a name
No two nights were the same

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