They Whispered First

A Substack photoetry collaboration

They go on forever in all directions.

Claws,

smoke,

mirrors,

seemingly endless life-force.

Light and grounded mysteries begging for attention

and praying to be left alone.

Each drop lending a hand—selfishly.

Expectant,

cautious,

wandering,

forever-folk.

And as we’re drawn further toward their humble roar of

everlasting presence,

we turn them away.

Burn them away.

Stern,

mean,

misunderstood,

better-than.

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