Intentional omission
Quiet fertile ground
Unfinished thought, hovering word
Rising up from the Earth

Steps with no echo
Breath heard by no one

Wake up! Waking!

Dried dirt and grit in our teeth
Cracks in the mud on our hands
Breathing out the dust in our lungs
Unity without a sound
Until the light takes us, until the dawn
Bleary eyes that see the sun
Unity without a sound

Dried dirt and grit in our teeth
Cracks in the mud on our hands
Breathing out the dust in our lungs
Unity without a sound
Until the light takes us, until the dawn
Bleary eyes that see the sun
Unity without a sound
We step, and the clouds move!

What place is this?
Should and should not
Swaying field of convention
Knowing and doing simply to choose

Follow, fall, stand!