digital sarah art joy

what more is there to say?

the library is full of books you haven't read
full of poems you haven't heard
full of lives you haven't met
full of wisdom you haven't breathed

the speakers are spilling out songs you don't know the words to
spilling stories you don't know the ends of
spilling news you don't understand
spilling secrets you wish you didn't

the screens are overwhelmed with voices and visions
and faces and bodies and eyes and fingers pointing
and hands grasping and legs running and hearts begging
and lessons and debates and compassion and distrust
and hope and angst and yawps and whispers and

what more is there to say?

what is the book germinating in your fingertips?
what is the poem taking root in your palms?
what is the life pulsing through your heart?
what is the wisdom digesting in your gut?
what is the song deepening your breath?
what is the story revealed by your scars?
what is the news only your eyes can see?
what shattering secret will you share?

your voice, your vision, your face, your body,
your eyes, your fingers pointing, your hands
grasping, your legs running, your heart begging,
your lessons, your debates, your compassion,
your distrust, your hope, your angst, your yawps,

what does the sun whisper only to you?

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