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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
.

eating fire
divine
made of secrets
known twice
during meetings
met thrice
at tables hidden
plates steaming
filling souls with light

a glance
a nod
a smile
words praising
this light in darkness
lifted softly
to scents awaited
loveliness
filling one’s plate

heartfelt thanks
sung with crimson
held in goblets
with plates swept clean
and souls filled to the brim
with true and real delight –

Merci.

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