point your lips skywards, when there are no clouds
mutter your hearts most intimate desire
or keep to yourself the chance of whisper
against the tremor of things falling together or away
Don't you want to pray, you whisper,
yes, I also want to listen without interruption
to the sound of other people's breaths before they place a candle
in a dark church, a temple, on the surface of the water
or in utter darkness launching into daybreak
just listen.
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