• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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to spell

unseen but
present—just listen—
feel currents
wind flowing
chords that cast ancient songs as
if from everywhere

the parting
of curtains the still
of the light—
flowers falling like rain—leaves
rustling into birds

what signs are
given, what words call
both to grief
and healing?
where do the fallen find breath,
feathers—conjure wings?