My insider's voice seeks the indifferent lights:
The call of quieter things heeded,
The scent of farther flowers felt,
And the sight of silent songs shimmering.
My inner blood has risen:
To pulse and flow with quiet grace--
Unknown powers bequeathed by strange times.
The littlest emotion doubled ten times over,
The slightest touch an important story,
And the faintest color a bigger rainbow.
My inner song now breaking the dawn:
--
1996
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