Every and No / Joshua Alan Sturgill
No one is listening. Still
I speak
with my pencil as the autumn leaf
skittering over the unlined page
No one is listening, so
I speak
to trees and birds, to imagined giants
in puddles, to clouds of philosophy
No one is listening, and
I speak
from my favorite chair beside
a siren-yellow cup of dark oolong
No one is listening. You
I speak
because You are the Word
in my words. No one, but Every
in One
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