I will be your witness,
attesting to your subtle shade
we do not hear the sounds
…of your heart-stone as
it grinds into time
But I fathom the deep
resonance, and feel
at night, the tremble in the sky
reminding me
that you resemble everything,
in a portrait pure.
as you sing out
and tell us
what it means to be.
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