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


: