psalm
transmuting breath into pulse
Your words hold me there
transmuting tongue into branches
entryway
where warmth happens
my thoughts
need a center
because cloud is sea dust
transmuting earth into sky
transmuting sky into life
my tongue stuck between my heart
and what I want to say
transmuting minutes into poetry
where the stars have gathered
over rocks reflecting the light of the moon
transmuting sounds into silence
glowing
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