Your Words
I will thank you
For your voice.
It adds a weight to the hem of the veil
That will press down
The curtain of secrecy.
Your words, your octave, your spacing
Will appear before my closed lids,
As an artist painting a self portrait;
Of a man I have never seen
Or touched or tasted.
Each word, each stroke,
Each layer, each contradiction,
Will transform the
Ghosts of imagination
And define your reality.
I pray for this one word:Hello.
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