I know the words
The long-learned words
With which this view is framed
These slats of wood I crafted round
The Opening…
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Yet there it lies, unshut before me
The rawness of the world
Behind my words I kneel, now
Afraid to stop their flow’s intent
In widening my wood
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One day the words will be unspeakable
The splinters brushed aside
By the eye beyond the Opening
And we – the world and it’s child
Will speak in unbroken silence
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 