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About This Poem
An Audible Feast
Sit at the desk and assemble the
words. Gather them closely to
restore your mind, for it is hungry
and your voice awaits an audible
feast.
Tell me your dreams for these words
account for laughter and prayers
that fill your desires and expand
your fortune.
Polish each sound for your voice
brings rapture and may imitate the
songs of buttery, yellow, warblers
who sing the sweet whistled tune
from willows and wet thickets.
Your voice shall carry the meaning
for it is always new.
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