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The grand Oak
not yet creating the unsuspecting wooden door
sits balanced, stilled
slightly leaning in its already antiquated
creak, conversing with its adjoined shadow
philosophizing about silence
being the language of universal
tongue. Meditation within self
speaks toward outward portions
of depicting tangible wants. As
does prayer, the spiritual
compatibility with
the river’s motionless peace. Through
flight avifauna aerially
details messages of
other humanness, of
categories too detailed and complicated
to conceptualize within commonalities
of spoken dialects.
- felino soriano
