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poetry

learning to listen

what voices do i hear?

where do i hear them?

i hear the color blue and the color red.

i hear slow syncopated rhythms of jazz.

i see the empty mouths, and muffled hearts.

what do they say? what do they feel?

i want an unfettered heart.

i need a simplified listening.

i want to feel the words.

blue envelops me, hides the things i am afraid of.

stop. be. listen.

talk, talk, ignore.

stop. be. listen.

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About david b. clark

a husband and father || a student of philosophy, theology, history, literature, music, art, computer science

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