Poem with a flow

We are tenants

We are passing by

Sacred waves and sacred rays

Flow of singing voices

That space can hold

Sing for the living

And sing for the dead

Sing with the chirping root

and the godly birds

Sing with all your lungs

Sing into the ground

until your wave reaches the stars

Sacred waves and sacred rays

We are tenants

We are passing by

Eléonore Biezunski

Brooklyn, July 21, 2021

(edited Aug 26, 2021)