| It comes through whether we like or not Meaning the voice from the unknowable source If obscured with mind, a prisoned Aladdin one becomes If allowed to pass through an adoring flute one becomes It comes through, even if there are iron walls in between. If it's dark like subway ceilings or it's crowded and noisy like rumbling cities. It comes from beyond Like the lofty trees dancing and growing upward Gashing any sort of cloud to kiss the soul of your kind heart June twenty..., 2023 Like all Junes |