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all the whistling windows
in all the spaces of time
hum what's rightfully theirs.
the right to whistle your whispery words
on all of the panes and frames and cranks and screens
shutters and sills and wintery scenes
all of the onlookers watching
from out on sidewalks
or lawns or limbs reaching from trees
all hear your name from those whispering eaves.
for you are everywhere, anywhere, all at once, always
because of the sheer thoughts of which you inspire my brains,
it constantly dances and waltzes and weaves,
my thoughts and your words
on all the waves of eternities.