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You will need a clear night, far
from the city’s illuminated fears,
when the dust from the milky way
almost floats down around you.

You will need patience. The lucky
ones wait their whole lives just
to hear a single deep syllable,
one that echoes through their body,
into the dark caverns of the self,
shaking the silver wings of secrets.

Understand the hills are fickle,
there is never any guarantee.

Take your thickest coat. The nights
are unforgiving. Take a thermos,
for a link to your waking life.
Walk across the fields, to the
centre of the silence, where the
earth dreams. Place your hands
gently down onto the damp soil.
Slow your heartbeat and wait.

Prompt was to “Write a poem that gives instructions” from AmyKay Poetry



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