Dead things floats
Driftwoods no boats
A man and an ape stood
In the flotsam mood
Naked to marks the marks of weakness
Sharper in the pursuit of stillness
My hunger is complete
Detaches a beat In search of the heart
With the light of the head
Land on the disputed light
Between the heart and the head
The journey of the heart
Brings to the inner sanctuary
Where the bush burns
And Moses sees
Leaving behind the flocks he tends
Sandals off
Sky deep
Stars twinkle
Tears drop
The whisper of silence burns, Felt Elijah
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I found this on accident, but I just wanted to let you know that it's very beautiful.
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