Rewiring a body,

what with its arms and pinkies and patellae,

in knowing hunt

of the frequency of wind

through forest tops and hillside grass 

as all else quiets,

of the partnered rhythm of breaking waves and 

the ocean of this heart,

of the resonance in birthing sunlight

crossing far valley hills-

These sounds our bones hum

when the clutter and reversals and dust

have been cleared

from places they never belonged.

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