It matters
Being heard
Being hurt
Being loved
Getting heard
Getting hurt
Getting loved
The human experience
That shapes these lumps of clay
We can choose of course
To ignore the sculptor
But how boring that would be
Or we can forgive
Or not
All at some peril
All at real
That love happens
Spontaneously
And with heady winds
Lifts leaves as spirits
High and higher
And can gently place
Or catastrophically crash
All to reality
It matters of course
Being heard
Understood?
A mystery.
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