Son of Man

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Son of man
Speak
Boy wonder
Show yourself
It has been some time
We have stumbled through all the arguments
We have explored all the angles
We have sung all the songs
We have painted setting suns
from every possible perspective
We even call nothing something and something nothing.
Ex nihilo
Pro nihilists
And we are tired.

We are still dying too young
We are still living too long

And We have told everyone
And we keep telling ourselves
Rehearsing the glorious beginning
Mourning the tragic flaw
Then rejoicing

Son of man
Son of sam
Son of the poor
Son of the weak
Son of the forgotten and the unseen
Son of the diseased
Son of the stigmatized and polarized and hypnotized
Son of the dry creaking bones
Sleeping on the ocean floor
And the devil’s desert
Son of dust

Come
Save
us