SOUND BODY

Formations of greatness,

bound in seed

and watered without bias

raising irregular

unconstrained hands

like an ocean

lifting a sound with its body

as waves clap approval

and stretch a mounted force

greater than fists or hate.

 

Footsteps signal a movement,

a start,

the middle of going,

a journey to be there.

 

People are the tears of the

present,

a mountain of grief shed

from the past;

hope opens where defeat

brings shadows.

 

There is a quiet noted by sleep

on roads stretching into a boring

darkness.

 

The value of gold pales when

compared to the power of

silence.

 

 

 

 

 

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