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I want to listen to you
like I watch the sun setting, where we dip below what we know And are awed into a silence that just holds us. Hold us. Holds us whole. Words in order
Disorder the world In order To make the earth Anew. Disordered words Order us To unravel Within us The beginnings of this Milieu. You expect brilliance from me,
when I'm just a hug. You can share love you give to others with yourself. It's a matter of priorities
Isn't it The attention we place on nothing and everything. Being partly present is just a choice catching up to our future and when we look back we wonder why we didn't choose ourselves. You can now. And then you see it.
The small thing in this large, confusing world that surprises you. Humans you. Lets you love you. Because the blooms in the window are for you to spot when you're feeling outside, looking in. And no one is anywhere but here. |