
Poetry
Resurrection
They lean over balconies, strain to hear through thick silence, dangerously close to the edge of sky and star, where time smudges into forever, they
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They lean over balconies, strain to hear through thick silence, dangerously close to the edge of sky and star, where time smudges into forever, they
There is no beginning, only continuation of the utterance. Breath into breath, spilling out beyond breath into being, form unfolding, the utterance behind all existence.
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