falling
falling fast and hard
falling like a blizzard in a desert
not knowing how to stop the downward float
the downward deep
and then the swinging flight back up
the weakness is the only strength i know
the weakness keeps me genuine
the weakness keeps me warm
the weakness of believing in the good of every soul
in the good of every outstretched hand
take hold
in weakness
we are born
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