There is a rent paid over oceans

and mountains. An act of homage

and humility in the breath of seasons

where impartial acts always remember

the order of respect.


It’s the covering of grief. The answer to

prayers. The sound of delight, though

too much is just too much.


It has a song. A rhythm of distinction.

There is no right or wrong with its touch

from the beginning to our end.


It’s a fragrance. A calming salve. The

chance to make things right, the power to






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