All will return
All will be small
In volume of quiet
In the silos of whispers
Filled
Amazed
Insignificant
Glazed
Like finished cold pottery
Sharing poses with its kind
On the shelf sharing sun
And shade
Don’t be surprised
When it happens it is yours
To own humility
Patched and sown
Is our experience
Perfection redefined
A letter script mimed
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