A little whispering, un-hearable
by any listening un-awakened,
can convey purposeful information.
It appears trivial, unimportant,
to someone expecting revelation,
but supports meaningful activity.
On hearing transmitted encouragement,
the human animal transmogrifies.
It becomes completely integrated.
20 Jun 2025
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when cast out in the night, it has its say?
Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken.
Who can say
what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray;
and what translation key exists, what token,
to know its words, first heard at break of day?
So many lonely years it speaks, heartbroken,
unanswered in misunderstood wordplay.
What conversation passes with the woken?
Who can say?
12 MAY 2017
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