Jeff's Poetry

Language of stones

September 30, 2023 · Artifact

I am the translator of languages from the living to the inert, to the objects, to the earth, to the wall and glass all around translucent, transparent till you hit it because you lack sight, and the wood does cry, the earth convulses, you will know before others are aware, when this gift has become yours.

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