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Expression built of words,
a life sentence, spanning emotions
impossible to explain.
Sometimes blinded eyes listen
for a heartbeat. Partners grow
entwined, but their pulse remains two,
never coming into sync.
Starving hands hold their words
at arm’s length.
Syllables slip from fingertips
falling upon deaf feet,
a shared language
standing between them,
barefoot shadow barrier.
The idiomatic turns problematic;
the syntax fails to illuminate.
Eventually days get so dark
neither one can hear
if the other is even there.
- david blaine
