it is tonight
this night
speaking words from those
past and ones
we may have
leaving tired man open
to pain
to joy
this place
known so well
and yet every moment
new
would it cry
if it could
and what will the
heart of you say
tomorrow
the next day
when its leash is broken
when its voice, beauty
is thunder in the dawn
what will be left
when you wake
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This one sounds like a song.
I agree it sounds like a song, who is the speaker of the true words for you?
There is no speaker of the true words. It is a dream of what may be one day.
the true words sought in this writing were and will never be delivered. so it becomes a work for the future. a wish to be fulfilled. the day when i awake and it is made true.
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