whisper
soon this sound
will abate
in the sense
that it will be
non-sounding
its heart was whispered
detected in art, in angel
softened, golden sounds
chrysostom
some sounds fade
and some live in symmetry
shaded by life, by love
by the searing pillows
of sense and swaying,
soothing me, till now
and echoing soon
I listen again, whisper it,
surround myself, fill
till all is this, this
this
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