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Poem 3.15.22 – Training to “Be”…

It’s in my muscles. 

I feel it, the furnace. 
A loud flame, shakes
It melts the glass and 
boils my soul.

I hear you, the ambers,
whispers of burning truth, echo 
All my sorrow is mute snd
coalesces as body.

I sing out, the smoke. 
walls are filled, a soothing 
Can we all return and
Remember& honor minds.

It matters in my bones, too.
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