As Water Builds
Everywhere
I look I see water, water building water
growing
in purpose,
direction,
transpiring horseless seas.
Sound
itself is its own voice.
It
speaks in crisp, coherent diction, without the tender words of soft rain
stumbling in its mouth. Without
Influence of streams & their seductive
diamond
corridors.
It
speaks the sound of light, growing from fire.
Water
continues to grow, waves wash waves. And when it fills your walls, listen when
it says “Your actions are your answers to
all
your questions” & then watch it flow,
away
from you
toward
soundlessness.
When
it subsides, winds will return to their bows in trees, horses to stabled seas.
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