Wednesday, January 26, 2011

fly

and when the days seem long and unabiding, alas a bird came to tell me what to do.

fly it said. go where no one has gone before, and i replied not with a word but with a prayer as silent as the deepest ocean and the most distant star from my view

perhaps these things aren't really silent, perhaps there is more activity than i can imagine.

their language calls to me.

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