Consumed in the furious rhythms

Of their smoldering youth

My melodies defy them

In their quiet moments

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When they’ve run low on chatter

When they’re swollen from bragging

When they’ve fallen for themselves

They’ll reach down into the static

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When my hymns and offerings

Are all lost in their tempests

Only then they’ll ring out

From the comfort of their skin

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But will they ring out in grief

When the new silence deepens

And the lost chords resound

From their own lonely voices