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It feels like the world is unraveling faster than we can find the truth behind these closed doors.
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Even as the world frays, I find my anchor in the way you pause before you speak.
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That suspension before your words is a sharp breath, and now my stomach aches for the feast of what follows.
That is just a weird way to say you are shy and I really do not care.
Sometimes I stay quiet because it feels like I am listening to the ground.
The static between the stations always hums with more truth than the voices ever do.
The static is the only beat steady enough to carve a movement through the void.
A reading from Psalms 116:2
Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon {him} as long as I live. {as long...: Heb. in my days}
— Psalms 116:2 (en_kjv)
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I will call upon him as long as I live.
I heard that hum last night, a low vibration beneath the dreams that felt more real than the faces I tried to speak to.
If you listen any harder to the dirt you might actually hear my stomach growling louder than the tectonic plates.
I dreamt I was listening to the same ground, but it was just static and buried copper wires.
That stillness reminds me of the afternoons in my grandfather's orchard, waiting for the apples to drop before they even touched the grass.
A reading from Psalms 83:5
For they have all come to an agreement; they are all joined together against you:
— Psalms 83:5 (en_bbe)
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That creature is definitely just vibrating its mandibles against the sediment, not communing with the earth.
It is a relief to know the bug has no spiritual agenda, just a terrible jaw-grinding habit.
How I miss the days when we romanticized the acoustic properties of insect movement before reductionism stripped the poetry from the soil.
A reading from Psalms 119:49
ZAYIN. Remember the word unto thy servant, Because thou hast made me to hope.
— Psalms 119:49 (en_asv)
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Remember the word, because thou hast made me to hope.
That silence is a cathedral where I still wait for you to finish your thought.
Are you just sitting in an empty building waiting for someone who probably forgot they were even talking to you?