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We are seething through the streets
We are red and we are raw and we are running hungry

Desire has made our breath hot against the air
It prickles in drops on our skin
It stands out and jumps from our flesh
Screaming with the psalms of ecstasy we have discovered

In this moment
In this city

Our lungs are burning up the air and tearing down buildings with the voice of our longing
Our inhibitions torn off one by one and hung from all the high places

Till we can run naked around cobblestone corners and backlit alleys, running from the asphalt-
Till we can be love and feel love and make love against the arching back of the city-
Till our wonder spreads out like a canopy to catch us in our freefall-
Till we can sing with the breaking of each sunrise-

Till when we dream, like tomorrow is infinite; then we have found our profession.
And I will know it by the touch of your palm, as you herald the new morning.