the sky will fill with words when words arise from out of what expansive sea of words?
to see there are no words and yet to speak a sea of words is seeing.
thus the scene is set for these unsettled words:
all words are like the hydrologic cycle
neither logical nor psychic.
rain is falling on the mindful northern mountains.
streams are flowing through the tongues of western ridges.
rivers run through tender arms of southern valleys.
oceans rise to form the heart of eastern storm clouds.
lightning listens to the thunder that is silence.
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