Written by Jacob Ibrag
At worlds end. Watching as it all falls again.
Communication down the way side. A people thirsty for a
sign. And It is only when we have lost everything that we begin to
understand. It is only when we have lost everything that we can forge a
new direction. The noise gone, finally. Love found in you and in me.
And I am here for us as we look for the love in ourselves.
Photo by Wesley Balten
Eyes + Words 
Sometimes we need outer quiet to realize inward reality.
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Every loss, is not necessarily, a loss…
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Once the noise is gone, what is there but love?
There is also something wonderful about the physical structure of your poem. I like how it gradually expands, then retreats again within. Don’t know if that was the plan, but it caught my eye.
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Thank you Lainie 🙂
You’re partly right about the physical structure.
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That’s one thing I like about putting work out into the world – it’s kind of fun to see what people do with it…
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