Can you hear me?
Do you see
what I say?
How can you speak if you are not silent?
And if you speak, how will you ever hear the silence of others?
The great and haunting echoes of truths untold?
Can you hear them?
The veins of
They are in you, every last one of them.
The streams of stories spilt over earth.
The dirt in your skin, salt of your pores.
The voices without go in,
The voice within, all around.
Can you hear?
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