unsayable is
what lingers between the layers
unwilling to bind
to rational request
in the darkness
between the thoughts
the woman reads the book
page by page
whole afternoon
the man builds the wall
brick by brick
at the same time
in the silence
between the words
the voices echo
through the towns and cities
the music penetrates
the corners of the room
in the looks
between the glances
the castles of the air
grow roots in tones
the anchors float
among the waves
of the flood.
it will come
it has happened
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