i hear the crack of dawn in the dense concrete of this building and imagine the wind sculptured glaciers melting before their time, the roars and whispers of the oceans protesting while parents tear and children hum songs of longing, hearts sundered ~ in citrus layers of sunlight rising, the messages of earth are unbound, any soul can hear or sense them, even mine … and now i know, i know why poems are born . . .
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