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The sound blew up the ravine, seeking its source, reverberating through shadows and stones— pushed away, rejected, stolen by the deluding ones who twist and deny. How could this be the one within me, this echo that yearns to break free? I am the brother, the sisters to be, caught between the echoes and the silence that drowns me. What I feel tonight is a tightening need, a weight that presses against my ribs, a call that surges from the depths of my soul. To call on you, my friends— where are you now, in the darkening haze? I reach out with hands that tremble, stretching through the mist, edging closer to where your light once glowed. Listen to me—can you hear the cry that cuts through the chasm of this night? A helping hand, a whisper in the wind, edging to all around, yet meeting only shadows. The sound I send is a plea, a prayer for the broken, for the lost, for those who wander in the ravine of despair with hearts heavy and hands empty. I am the brother, the sister, the voice— a chorus of longing that swells in the void. Can you feel the tremor beneath your feet? The ground shakes, but the world stays still, unmoved by the echoes that refuse to die. To call on you, my friends— to reach for you through the darkness where the sound is swallowed whole. Will you answer, or will you let it fade, like so many cries that came before? For tonight, I stand on the edge of the ravine, a solitary figure against the sky, hoping that the sound will find you and the helping hand will not go unanswered. The need tightens, the night draws near— but the echoes, they remain, ever reaching, ever calling, waiting for you to hear.
Alternative version
The sound blew up the ravine, seeking its source, a howl rejected, stolen by deluding force. How can this be, the one within me— a voice that echoes, yet struggles to be free? I am brother, I am sister, a soul to be, lost in the shadows of what we cannot see. What I feel tonight is a tightening need, a pull, a call, an ache that bleeds. To reach out, to touch, to connect once more, to find my friends, those I’ve known before. Listen well when the helping hand extends, for we are all on the edge, seeking amends. A voice that trembles, yet cannot break, reaching for hearts that are no longer awake. Is it too late, or can we still find the threads that connect, that bind us in kind? The sound swirls back, rejected, alone, a whisper lost in a world unknown. I stretch my hand to those near and far, to brothers and sisters, wherever they are. Listen to the echoes, the cry in the wind— a plea for connection, for old wounds to mend. We edge closer, yet drift apart, seeking solace for the aching heart. In this tightening need, this hollow night, I call on you—won’t you join me in the fight? For the sound in the ravine, seeking its source, is all of us—together, we find our course.
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