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Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Que Llueva

Everything sings

My ears are eager, honest students

An exercise in feeling without touch

Ancient ruins all over the world are laughing in a language 

That I am slowly learning

In the center of my bed

I ask for a clarifying dream

Que llueva 

Ring of protection 

Flowing river of time

Fruit of the tree

You beckon me forward




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