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07/08/2015 07:09 p.m.
A poem for a friend's girlfriend which includes FFVII & Postal Service references:

In the Montana wilderness,
where folks know real space
& real silence,
the coyotes will tell you that Love isn't loud.

They will tell you that in the dust of the Planet,
before the world was warmed,
Love slept lonesome
on the grass and
had no voice at all.

The coyotes will tell you how they snuck
through the bending lights of the cracks of the sky,
and stole Fire
from the fingers of the gods and the cynics.
How Fire was guided home.
How the grass caught roaring ablaze.
How Love caught roaring with it.

They will tell you that from then on Love and Fire
have always tumbled entwined --
mirror imaged &
too bright to see --
They will tell you that love isn't loud,

but it is no longer voiceless.