to know

this prayer, that prayer
lost words
of
electric static in the air
tossed words
bottled and sent adrift
that a hand might reach
that an eye might spy
a broken glint on distant beach
not to act
or
ride heavy to rescue
but to know,
and in that knowing
we might…
exist

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