Changes whisper
These are small creatures
Metabolic currents under the skin of stretched days
Like season's shifting, same strength.
Rhythms reverberate in all things almost imperceptably as
Inanimate blends with animate and all strangely articulate.
There's jazz at frequencies beyond our ken.

by Alex Benk

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