The Unchurched

Born right the first time.

Overcast throughout the moment
Gutted sides, hollowed backs-
Drifting toward sounds with no
Pronunciation; bent without cracks.

Grainy draining, pushing further
Past the faceless crowded cell,
Gaining hazy blurred truths
They all hear but never tell.


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