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I wanted to float away from this page drift to an island
in The Mississippi a flooded house I’ll never really
sink in
I noticed how out of phase I feel every time I hear
a particular sound spoken,
something like that harbor bell
that strikes everyone a little differently
Nameless its mystery remained a force to resist
until one day I believed it was spoken directly to me
and that power paradox rang true like
relaxing for a punch and leaning into the wind
and I placed that sound in a circle
on a page in the back of my Book.
When the season changed I read a mystical travelogue
and saw for the first time the face of that sound
on the lips of someone climbing a mountain
and knew I had only heard translations
I began wondering obsessively
about its beauty its true meaning
I realize now that what is so hard
for me to face in these words
is everything but
the third letter of that alphabet.