Parading

What perches, what roots, what winds and cracks

What tenses and dwells, what ails us, and what hurtles us down
What tenses and dwells, what ails us, and what hurtles us down
Into the whistling air of despair, all will not stop us.
Into the whistling air of despair, all will not stop us.
/We are going to make it./ —Leah Umansky
We are going to make it.
—Leah Umansky

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