A Synthetic Soul
Before the wallThe temple is empty, the wind stands still.
Silence never screamed so loud, feeling like my skin.
Breaking me in, wearing me thin.
Pouring me out on the ground.
As the clouds blot out the stars of an inked sky.
I gaze up in wide wonder long into the night.
Not hearing the thunder of a rhythmic heart.
That raced to feel alive..
Ran before it walked.
Climbed before it crawled.
Lived before it died.
Shone bright before it dimmed.
Could fly but couldn't swim in a desert without love.
Cried to God above, ached only to be touched.
Rose high enough to fall.
Survived but hit the wall.
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