Aug 31, 2015


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 
Unions of making

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