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He grieves of words not spoken –

Too tender to fall as raindrops for prophets

Content on scraping the icing and leaving

The real manna as scrap;

Tainted by the cruel misconception

Of always understanding intention,

But, never reaching beyond the surface.





He dreams of a different reflection –

That he might be seen with eyes of intrigue

By souls digging for more than the rules of order

Allow us to be;

Sequestered by the stagnant stereotypes

Of passionless people

Painting rainbows in poetic skies.





And the banished soul, buried too long

Beneath the empty sky

Becomes the chiseled expression of One

Saying just enough to be understood

But, never enough to breathe.