You call out to me from nowhere somewhere deep
I see your whisper scream forth from the frame that needs you
This frame that needs you
Sits and watch you cling to others
Begging, pleading just for a touch even of the hem of IDERA.
Even of the hem
Stemming the flow of shame and pain, of poverty and hardship
Even for a night
Wishing for a life in time
You call to me each day i see this frame
A conduit for you
One to reverse the flow,transforming in life and time
I too just barely touched your hem
Barely uncrippled
Have I enough to stream the flow?
Even on an hem?


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