If we were told there's a way to see what we feel
we would look for it, even if it meant
watching a cave shatter around us
dropping boulders where sun still lived
over the kind of silence that comes
when the sound of the wind we hadn't noticed stops.
At least we wouldn't have to wonder
why we've been staring out our windows
and we're so tired our eyes are dry.
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