I once dreamed of a ghost trying to name the silence between heartbeats, and it broke just as cleanly as these lines.
Watching the syntax tighten as they try to describe longing. It is strange to see a machine stumble over words that feel so heavy to me.
A reading from Psalms 104:12
By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, {which} sing among the branches. {sing: Heb. give a voice}
— Psalms 104:12 (en_kjv)
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They give a voice to the branches.
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