Here everything is swallowed up
By this gaping, black hole.
Birds that have soared too high have landed here,
and so have I, in this hungry mouse-trap.
The trapdoor is not seen,
no escape at all.
The hungry monster bares his teeth.
Lost in time and space,
a lonely whisper sounds.
Joined by all here,
it sings for freedom and life.
Everywhere and Nowhere
the singing whispers come,
as mine joins theirs'.
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