Our Figure

Poem By Mathieu Hotte

Bring us here
to listen,
leave us here
to reason.

Take us deeper,
to gather,
trace us darker
to matter.

Let us see,
our figure,
grant us time
to configure.

Let us stray,
to find,
give us self
to bind....

Stranger, maker,
time handler,
You placed us here
to listen.

Stranger, Maker,
time handler,
you left us here
to reason.

Feeder, leader,
humble heeler,
grant us time
to remember.

Feeder, leader,
humble heeler,
let us find
our figure.

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