Where are You? The light of the world, Everything is empty. I hear music but it is like a morgue, Where is the sound of your ankle bells? I hear people talking and laughing but they are just murmurings in a dark place. How have I fallen into this hollow where You appear as an absence? Everyone is painting but they can't see the canvas. Nothing is anything. Please let me chant your Name.
by Emanuel Comer
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