love walks quietly…

it was never about words

it is about the silence

contemplation of the possible

hidden within


what are we, dust of stars, talking walking mirrors of the possible

I love all you poets because of your need to express everything

because I am nothing you make silence sing

perhaps the song you create touches and relates

so I am dust of stars quietly becoming possible…

*this perplexing world of infinite and sublime electronic pseudo miracle…


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