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violent acts

they happen every day:

when I seek solace and walk barefoot to the sea

a bee follows me

its hum like worshipful assault

and it calls to others

to join together, watching me as I

seek quiet

they announce their worth

their promise

to make me notice them,

and the chorus, the din

sings, interrupting me

as I watch the waves

knowing that I have become their church.

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