such a thing
lean back in the light
hold tight
echoes known
growing
flickers of sight
flashing sharp
specks of touch
glowing
hints wafting to quizzical noses
a taste on the tip of a tongue
showing everything all at once
like music
the sound of words
sun-sudden, hot, warming
*
high, low
a timbre falling
in sunlight singing
raindrops swell, peak, explode
together, they say
together you must
but in the loud quiet: a country
soft borders shown
drawn black against light
held tight, invisible
knowing
it’s all your own
.
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