Leaves that are life
Well what of that
Life does not satisfy itself
The quiet mumbling of crackling teeth, shivers running like ants down a hill
Tears you cannot name nor
tidings you can define
And you ask what is it that I feel?
The body knows what body remembers
A sudden moment of spur
A suppresssed sigh drawn
over large breaths
A thunderstorm calling out your name
A desire, a moment forgotten
Leaves that are life
The quite surrender of words
between you and God
Some incantations away from the flesh
I can tell you what strength is made of
It knows no language.
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