Choix

As the act of choosing becomes all the more
prevalent I
want the colors not
composure, transgression not
reserve. Vulnerable real
deeds not words
give me deeds not words
the trouble being
I am quite good with words
thunderclaps are far better.
the size of the sky is stricken
into hearts unfathomable,
speak across ages
of its endlessness
without saying a goddamn word

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