contemplating confession (for what is overexposure if not an accidental flooding of light)

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i could tell
i could speak the words
that make me
i could name the prayers
that walk these bones
to the living.
utter them teeth palate syllable
pause breath syllable.
follow sentences
until they flow
riverine forest path
sighing soft footed
under trees that those
who came before
have spoken into being.
i could tell.
i could whisper the words
that called me here
the mumbling in the rocks
that taught this tongue
to speak.
in silence.

Image by Tamarisk-Ray Glogauer.


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