sing with a billion voices off streets, muffled doorways, leaves in tree, a distant train, the arm of a kettle,…
an old man leans in the air with trust, a lady in silk skirts has tremble in chin. We are together and not
different and not. Opposites. In arrivals of departures, or not – we are billions, regenerating, we are each others’ watchmen/ keeper,
defense, laughter, erasers of wrong, forgivers, providers, strangers, new every morning : skin, nail, gaze,
breath, sip, grain,breeze, whiff, touch, whisper, rest, rise, eyes, heart, sky; we are more than we prescribe:
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