considering the space between rests
there could be plenty more notes
a quiet song unplayed unsung
hearing is knowing to reach for the metaphor, let it drop away
tuning the strings to brush aside mighthavebeen
listen more closely: hear what is real
layers of wonder and worry away: solace in solid
seeking nothing, finding hidden
too ugly these multimeanings
blockily carved from wandering thoughts
abstract unfurling obscures concrete paths
where there are flowers and cracks in the sidewalk: there will be right
page past the hovering heart: heave to the light
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