God, in the quiet meet you
In the quiets of place
I do not know and that do not stir
My self to leave my space.
God, in the quiet meet you
Fighting back wars behind my face
I do not know and know not what
You can do with such a space.
God, in the quiet meet you
Holding my tongue in a bridled brace
I do not know and do not stir
Until you reach me through the space.
March 29, 2006
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