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try the silence
I could be the window
perhaps no one will see
some mist and kiss my inspiration
I mean most look right through
go head over heels and
seeing, too, is privilege
this that
I could be brass or wind
puffed up with the day
could be the mirror
see all selves
how far down
how deep the well
measure dream by night
dance, sing
try the voices
test them each
silence before and after, between
could be stone and stony
be mossed and still
just go by breath
after all is said
dumb show
I could be leaf
stand and unfold
could be the highway
roar
be the sea
mute coral spawn
I could be lit
could fly
try the silence
it will always fit
I could come alive
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