I think I…
I wish I…
I know I…
Keep a running letter
in my mind
of questions.
Words I could arrange
in colorful architecture.

A tree falling in the woods
No one ever heard my sound.
The voice
informally shared with
self and God.

The Chatter of monkeys and
will of all abound.

Through rare and
incalculable odds
You heard me.
Through thick skull and
hampered mouth.

We spoke through irises, and
thought outside our own minds.

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