what is in us that
makes them fear
our visibility?
though we have flown
like hawks in their
skies
they seem not to want to see
how we have taken the shape
of their conquerors
we now like to be seen
and be felt
and it will not be terrible as
they really expect
on the other hand
we have remained hopeless in our
longings
we struggle to be freed
from this invisibility
we know the key to that door
and it shall open if we will
but we are the coward beasts of the rain
we like to wade in water
but we never dare
and so here we are in this again
being heard but shall never be seen
possibly forever
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