Elevation
when we meet
strangers on the street
I beg of you
to speak
to use your words
the ones that weigh
unheard
bring it forth
this day
and I will stay
a moment more
drifting on your shore
for have I already
buckets of sand
packed and dry
and processed
dump them all
would I
heavy unto the sea
but for a grain
a single speck
that takes me
out of body
out of mind
and lifts me
where I long
to be
mid the mist
of height and width
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