there are cracks in the shell
that surround this place
through which the light leaks;
through which the world bleeds in;

some song and sound
comes like a stranger
past the guardian white walls
to the safe place inside
invading the emptiness that
makes us all feel so safe
forcing us out into the air
where we must breathe,
where we must live…

oh that we should have to live

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