talking to different people
(asking the breeze)
The soundness of
their logical minds
resounds, echoes
having to be
likened to wind-stirred
leaves or its silence
when the breeze
reaches its sublimity
as you whisper
as if not one
realizes this asperity
ever greater
assiduous coding
recoded in your
own spiritual language
hence, murmurs
beseeched answers
to your call assuaged