xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

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tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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if nobody speaks of remarkable things

one moment
expanded into a lifetime
confined into 24 hours
a parallel in time.

3 years of silence
pregnant silence welling
and swelling up,
full.

a life breathed.
a life stilled.
in the emptiness of
a minute.

if nobody speaks
of remarkable things
how then,
are they remarkable?

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