spoken loudly
by children smiling
dialing heaven on a rotary
totally free with nobody to oversee
You say I where I say We
summer nights of hide and seek
that heaven sent innocent
laughter of the elohim
echo through jreams and memories
enveloped in our genes
like souls held in vessels
crafted special from fragile cells
bio-molecular vehicles for life itself
we are metaphors of metaphors
the only way to explain
how one met a meta-force
every letter is a barb
on the vane of a feather
wings of poetry bend openly
to navigate the wind vocally
we awoke with the early word
spoken potently
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