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I do not sing for joy.
When my voice lifts to pierce the air
it is not for love of beauty, hope, happiness.
No:
I cast my song before me as a shield
a rebuke
a triumph that screams:
Here is my voice, to silence what steals my thoughts.
Here are words that do not turn inward to feed.
Though you try to drown me,
Here is air. I breathe.
I sing.

a stone
tumbled in white-water currents
thrown against its sisters as every mile of riverbed
passes by, too swiftly.
a stone
cast from river mouth to sea
falls
floats
finds in the deep, cool water
silence and
peace.