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Silence is our music. All you have to do is listen.
Rabbis in our shirtsleeves telling Him what to think.
Silence dives under words to first sentences of sound. Sonemes. Sound it out. Grab what you can, and your silence leans in. Yearns. Learns.
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I put my hand in quick before I can figure it out,
freeze with the freezing water.
Let desire hear its own instruction:
sliced open by the patterns that answer
to see what mineral terror drifting
El eye be ee are
lib\ liber
lieder
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