Be silent
the command stands
and listen
we were told
but then
wave of thoughts
wash away
barriers of sand
insistent voices
leave no spaces
for spirits
to percolate down
interiors scream
in loud agonies
seeking release
from attempted silences
knowing not
how to respond
await instruction
from burning bushes.
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