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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.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  the new
silence is not the absence of words,
it is merely the inability of words to unentangle themselves
from a greater fabric of circumstance and
inevitability, to change the course
of direction or maybe to make it a little more
bearable.

like an unsuspecting prey that flies into
a vacant spider web
and cannot be relieved of its torture,
without hope even of instant
death or a morbid sense of usefulness
in its passing.

so slip into a languid posture to avoid the struggle
and wear the unsaid words knit tightly around the body
to wait only for a hopeful moment in which
a corner catches
followed by an
unraveling.

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