calls

then there is something in the ash
something that whispers
and calls
something that holds our hands in the darkness of night
only to release at the advent of day
and we haven’t found it yet
and we’ll forget to keep looking
keep digging
unless there is a hand on our shoulder
pushing
a voice reminding
and a time begging for us
to come along

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