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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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  let me love you
a quiet whisper
in the midst of a tempest raging at the
line where thought and feeling
rise and fall.

and lightning flashes to
snapping synapses for a drumbeat
making its way to the eye of the storm
and stays
oh it stays.

wrenched from momentary calm by
thundering words with a preference
of pain and a targeted discomfort
that wells
oh it wells.

a soaring wail that silhouettes itself
by streaks in slow corkscrew
descent buoyed by the warmth of
a quiet whisper.



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