wind /wind/
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Speak, the unspoken for what’s unspeakable Sense alert Sense momentary lapsus Initial fear Ice cold fright in listening Of what’s to be exchanged Ask What is the shape of their land? Where does their sun rise? Rise like moths along bronchioles Before what you have to say, hear Your border, crossing waves oceans, to my ears Before we let all worry soften. Hold your heart, here. Cradle the uncertain The confusion crawling like lice into thoughts Tenderly concern yourself with distance See how for some way, shape, or form Some wedge stopping a creaking oak door is an opening In that frame, time is just a hand Making what we allow it to It is a question, calling: where are you? Sculpting space. Answering, Don’t you see the lifetimes across silence and language? A cosmos for which love was built The bridge that makes the word between obsolete Speak, the unspoken for this is what’s unspeakable Untransmutable by message or thinking Just wavelengths and forcefields. Arrangements of compositions. Agapic webs that clocks only dare to dream of. My love, be still and know. That when we shape our minds and mouths around air, it’s also just wind: breath – for caressing or is it burning our skins?
re-sharing from fariha róisín
in correspondences, shouts or whispers, what have you left unsaid? tell us also of silences
inspired by z, kathy engel and alexis de veaux. thank you.
dedicated to If My Words by Rafeef Ziadah and What They Did Yesterday Afternoon by Warsan Shire