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Words won't be enslaved.

They don't respond to force.

The Antenna's subtle hum

Tingles from the Source.

Light

There is comfort in the dark,

For you do not have to see

The truth of where you are, 

And the place where you must be.

The distance may strike fear.

Idle feet avoid the pain

Of climbing up the hill.

Yet a yearning will remain...

Until you muster strength

To light a match to see.

The candle awaits your warmth.

The light is yours to be.