Tranquility

Quilt

There are things a soul must not hear
Things a soul must not smell
When the sky is not outside the window
Ready to rumble to the cracks in our knees
Quaint
Sometimes, God cannot be discerned
The last time he spoke, he was green
Pulsing questions as to why
Why we let him go sometimes and pick him up again.

LARDO

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