among the irises
of such truth.
Reveal yourself I say.
Have many thoughts
suspended by threads
of love, of belief.
See to it that it lays.
Rest I say, rest.
Sneakers unworn
despite the rhythms
of the heat beaten sidewalks.
Sing to yourself, I say.
Awaken
before noon's sigh
to smell such simmers
of our provider's morning dine.
Nothing is not what I say.

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