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Your voice, a spectral note Played out, on a single string... The sound... reaches from your hollow innards Out Into space... Through the distance, the vibration of that chord. Outside It's hearing, all is dark, all is still... Out of immeasurable time, comes my wanting... as long as I can remember, I've longed for your loving to love you. Here, sitting still... A bluebird in the bone dry branches, Father for the fire... Your song, whispering gently My Name, My solemn... holy... doom Oh Delicate dancing, You turn and fly away... Invisible now, Hearing your winded voice through the son lit brush Calling... Leaving... gone, the branches gone, the leaves gone, the trunk gone, the roots gone, the ground gone, gone, really gone |