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HOPE

HOPE

In the beginning there was a word.

Playful and reversed.

As time played its part, I whispered into my past.

Let me know when I should begin.

I cannot hear myself sing.

Be filled from inside, let go of pride.

Into the void I placed my heart.

To be filled with the wisdom of how to start.

I listen for that first word

The one that feels like a bird.

I am stripped bare.

I no longer care.

I find that first word and hold onto the bird.

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From the series THEY WALK THE EARTH

UNFRAMED / Printed digitally onto photographic paper