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The voice when it came was quiet.

It whispered into my ear a marvel.

Listening betook me hastily.

Joyously I surrendered.

Listening captivated me.

Beholding transversed my senses.

The voice spoke irrevocably.

Solemnly it spoke.

Listening to the sounds.

Watching the roiling smoke.

Upon the knees to fall in splendor.

A voice bespoke such wonder.

Listening I grew fretful.

The voice calmed me with rhythm.

So resoundly prolific.

A voice more than gibberish.

Extrapolating time as matter.

Bewitching the senses with blather.

Prater is the unsung song.

A journey ahead quite long.

Soothe so soothes my spirit.

Into the chaos of instincts I delve.

Bringing back a single trinket.

Dig as deep as the voice.

Then perhaps I will hear.

Forgetting to listen.

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