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∴

when there are no words,

the senses
occupy the taciturn gaps
and read what the eyes
might beg to say
if the tongue would loose;
but it will not.

 

when there are no words,

an embrace is the only
currency for trade.

 

when there are no words,

the silence protects us
from the things
that whence uttered
change too much,

and saves room for hope,

that breadth
of time and sound
will reckon back to rights

the parts that wait,

un-mended.

∴

 

 

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