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these physical walls

that are made of our skin

will keep us, our bodies,

will retain our sin..

the feeling of longing

for something within.

the human condition,

a fight we can't win.

silence is golden

and words can't explain

what depths live inside us

so hardly contained

my heart screams in silence,

my soul is enflamed,

for God is within me

all else is the same

jubliant skies

and radiant waves,

pressure-cooked hearts

and harlequin slaves.

picture facade,

convincing for shame.

invisible God,

intangible pain

oh, tiniest creature

what you think is real

will fall through the cracks

when the truth is revealed

don't you long for the sky?

don't you want to be healed?

only losing your mind

will expose the concealed.