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There was a muttering of three distinct sounds.It came from breathe and moved mountains.Expanded galaxies and realigned solar systems.Neighbors glanced and bounced off each other
Dried creek bedsLonging for their tearsSomething amongst the fallen leavesof dust covered hopes and floors
This is a perfect worldA world that although not perfectly round,although it seemingly wobbles like a top in its uneasiness and discontent with its occasional imbalances,
I’m writing to you this now, because it has come to my attention that this is a serious issue.
You are so very beautiful,
so intelligent, caring and kind. And you have so much to offer.
Evasive splashes rise and fallLeaving but a trace of mistTo reflectThe taste of aweFor gaping jaws to admit
