Why so many words?

She asked me,
Why so many words?
I had to say I wasn’t sure –

You don’t cease to exist
When you’re not heard.
I know, I said. It’s all a blur —

Why I do this, or
I do that.
Why I am there, or
I am here –

When you know you belong,
She said,
“You will let go of
All that fear –“

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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