Whispers (MS)

I wonder who wanders so far from home

encouraged by whispers no one else hears

We tuck ourselves away from such messages

Follow only what fills the belly

No wonder we weep so easily

sensing but not knowing

there is nothing that matters but this

the moment of creation

the very spark

of boundless joy

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