My soul speaks
Then sings
Like the wind without the rush
You can only hear it
If you close your eyes
Go ahead, close your eyes
The universe,
Big and black
is just a suitcase
Maybe my voice
falls silent on the walls
or maybe it echoes through it all
Maybe my voice
Is like the catcher’s call
Or maybe it echoes through it all
That great echo
down the hall
That echo
since the fall
all
all
… all
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