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Oct 2016
You cannot disturb
what is already
making quite a raucous

In between the
gun shots and chatter
is this inaudible void
that feeds itself
when no one is looking

To hear it is like
hearing God
A frequency at which
we are frantically
trying to get away from

To be entertained
and extracted
from the sacredness of
what is subtle

We are a bad
loud bunch
just learning how
to be silent
learning how to
be God.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
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