Aug 31, 2015

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Go to there
Do not speak, to me 
Make silently, do not speak
There, to me
Your eyes may gently
Linger on
The grit of the page
Linger on, a silence
Not dark
a vastness waits for us
A sustenance, In silence
We intuit 
We hope
We feel its rumble in our shaking knees
And we form strength in unspoken 
Unbound
Unions of making