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La Que Sabe's Bell

I grow lighter
on the wings
of your liquid sound
and am taken
on journeys
I cannot fathom.

The clarity of you:
messenger
to gods and fools.

You are all-present,
undiscriminating:

brass,
sharp as glass,
like I would want to be.

You sound
and I am silent,
listening:

the joy of you
dancing in my skin.

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