At day's end
you stop, get still
and notice the hush
that fills the air, thin with
effort, and you notice, too,
how pointless words would be
apart from their anointing work
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| Pointing At day's end you stop, get still and notice the hush that fills the air, thin with effort, and you notice, too, how pointless words would be apart from their anointing work |
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