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oh, beloved sound


:


our eyes meet

seas of unspoken things

ground beneath us


shoulders touching

coma and fog

pressure, spilling


:


oh, beloved sound


:


hums of hurting people

endless black holes

bending and aching


fragile hearts

prophets rising

comfort dying


:


oh, beloved sound


:


into the trees

reaching with branches

my dirt and my healing


humble and tired

gathered and flawed

time to fall


:


oh, beloved sound


:


honoring our shadows

fearing the open

tears of the people


if I am you

and you are me

what must I do

who must I be


:


oh, beloved sound


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*written in Summer of 2019 by Jonathon Stalls of Intrinsic Paths

*included in Intrinsic Paths Volume 2

*photo: taken by Jonathon Stalls while walking The Way of St Francis, Italy


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