Nothing is silent as sunbronzed hands unbury mounds of shifting sands. Nothing is quiet as speaking stones and sighing dust and sometimes bones

leave not a fragment, not a shard without its footnote, afterword.

Like signers unfolding for each other the messages that when unfurled, fill the silence of a silent world,

everything bridges what gaps might lie in this dialogue with yesterday.

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