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Sunset, and a tsunami of emotion, rises up from within my breast
a calling resonance,
a barely contained answer to the sky
and questions of landscape and my place in it

it is a song in an ancient language
that my heart knows,
but will not speak
leaving me to wonder,
to constantly reach deeply at my Being

as I drag my toe through the pile of yesterdays
carried in by the wind, sifting.

There are those
who will not hear
or sing themselves,
who would condemn me for giving that sky a voice
as they desperately cling
to the inchoate mumblings of earth
in her tectonic musings.

Better to give that voice to a dream,
they say,
to which I answer, I did