Clangor of souls intertwine at this hour A mish-mash of organs mix sweet in with sour Oh is there a gift, some object of power To feel like we matter, our pieces not ours This Terra of Organs it rings in our brain It calls me, it sees me, though it’s all the same We’re studied we’re prodded we’re words on a page To those who may hear me, doth you know my name?
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