Sometimes
There is a whisper
Under the layers of nature
Or life
It has traveled so far
And is nearly lost
But I’ve heard it
Weaving itself so tight
To my ear
Up against the drum
And yet
It remains a whisper
Its soothing syllables
Reach inside
Like missing parts
Returned
The inflection of my soul
The round sounds of wholeness
I am awakened
From the terrible dream
That you have gone
The Mewriginal 
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