Speak Of Grandeur Poem by orangecat bluebandanna

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when you start to feel alone
bring yourself to a stone, a log colored with moss, wait for rustles in bush, or in tunnels, underground, bouncing, rhythm like drum, melodic lyrics
“i am at peace now.”

not as a dove.
Or the silence in pause of cricket fiddle.
cartography across the sky, leading softly,
“infinity.”

Actress tide, director moon, casting aglow
Ignition, extinguish, sun is fire, flames mingle as a whole,
“Hello, landscape, covered with old stars, living planets like cells, swimming tadpoles.”

we can hear it,
we can hear all of it quite clear,
the sounds of the waves smashing the coast,
and our minds.
soft wet clay, awaiting creation.

freedom,
not like the wind,
as I howl to the world, as the wind speaks to my ear,
“i am gone,
and i am still at home.”