Who is the man? What does he say?
Conflicting words trickle through the crowd
Glimpses, pieces, but not the whole
Distortions, shouts, and noises loud
In desperation to know the truth
I climb above the men around me
Upon a a branch I see and hark
To the words that might set me free
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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