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On a limited edition metal glossy poster. Perfect for home, office, church or bar, this message adds warmth to you life.

 

I have heard the

subtle sounds of love

harmonizing just beneath

the walla of the subway.

 

As if the souls of the

passengers had crawled

collectively beneath the

train and above the tracks.

 

Dashing along with us,

harmonizing a tone of warm

pensive forward movement.

 

Somehow, someway.

Just forward.

Together without

knowing it. Forward.

 

I have heard the subtle

sounds of love.

 

They’re not so subtle

when you choose the

frequency.

 

They ripple off

the oddest places.

 

They pulse within

the darkest of spaces,

shredding through

the painful waters

of insecurity.

 

Restoring in us, what

we are meant to be.

 

You hear them in the

eyes of cops and

criminals.

 

You hear them on the

skin of the meek and

mournful.

 

You hear them echoing

the same soft tune,

hoping their harmonies

are heard.

 

Hoping their harmonies

are felt. Without question.

Just felt and returned

and felt.

 

I have heard the

subtle sounds of

love, in the hope

of victims

 

and in the regrets

and reinventions

of the violent

and vicious.

 

I have heard the

subtle sounds

of love,

 

in old diners.

 

In coffee shops and

snobby restaurants.

 

In the harrowing halls

of Corporate America

 

and in the desperate

dives of the Sunset

Strip.

 

I have heard them

when I am accepted.

 

And when I am turned

away.

 

I have heard them

when I wanted to die.

 

And I’ve felt them

coax me back to sane.

 

I’ve heard them In

every corner of

this town.

 

So many, they are

louder than all

other noises

 

when you look

the fuck around.

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