The Song at The Waiting Sea

it is addressed thusly:
A song.
it reads:
Soundless we are, and no one knows
That we sleep and dream
The truth of things that ebbs and flows
We've pulled it at the seam
And found it empty as someone's clothes
When that person has gone
Will they return, do you suppose
To put the clothes back on?
We wait and think, and think and wait
Some Day we will be known
And below the altar we lie in state
Some Day it will be shown
That we are but hidden and not dead
Though we be less than dust
Together we rise, a heavenly bread--
Wait then, wait for us.

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