with a voice as smooth
as honey and whiskey
your echoes reached every
conch shell ear
blooming in your cave
all those monks with
hands clasped, eyes to
the dirt floor, hard as
rock from all the prayer
and pacing, all the weight
of your admirers
when they called upon you
the locusts buzzed and buzzed
and in one moment
complete silence
a field of tiny bodies
all on their backs
feet poised to walk on the sun
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