to be the one
who waits for you,
have you come toward me
From where all that's unrecognizable
is released,
every color a blanket
From where our silence goes on
up against walls of words and sound.
If only I could get so close to it
crawl into the living
shutter of your noiseless breath
to where we can be kept
and nothing is said.
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