I write to you a silent poem.
For, you need no words to bring you home.
Through the silence of these lines,
Peace you seek, and peace you find.
No thought of words that should come next;
Just pen to paper, without need of text.
The substance forms between the lines.
The movement occurring in its time.
A silent poem.
My gift to you; to me.
For the poet was never I, my friend, but we.
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