The Golden Lantern

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Pulling through

I

We need

All the voices

Crying out

In the wilderness

To be heard

Somewhere

II

What is the world

But a string

Pulling through

The hole in the Universe

Until it is taut

III

Out of our mouths

Come the words

Meant for the world

To know what is

The voice speaks