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Before the birth of Will

breath l e  s   s

feet on ground


voice l e  s   s


dreaming of falling

dreaming upon

cremation grounds

with feet hanging from clouds

and head deep, in earth


waves upon the earths crust

break the trust - don’t break the trust

find me - lose me

like waves upon the earths crust



dream l e  s   s

hands deep in Sky

bottom l e  s   s


singing of crawling

crawling into

the sounds

with hands deep, into an organ cavity

of feeling

and eyes rolling 



now song l e  s   s


with a core spinning 



the soundless dreaming

before the birth of Will. .  .


in    s t   i   l    l     n      e       s        s  .

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