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I want to stand and speak
and not be heard by sea
nor sand nor blade of grass
by crab-branched tree
nor rock nor stream nor breath
of air, by bird nor bear,
brier nor bush, nor even
by God Himself and all His
ragged angels ranged round
the hallelujah throne.
But He won't leave me alone.
He hears and eats all my words
as though uttered for relief
of His longing loneliness; He devours
them and makes them fail and fall
into leaden silence.
For this I'm supposed to thank Him?