The Hand of Words
(Dedicated to Timothy Samalik and Mikki Wymer.)
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What a rush! Such heart!
I think I'll read another.
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Its not a masterpiece of wit,
But I admire his transparency,
Her light-heartedness.
Another!
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And in that verse, In that poem,
I met someone.
They reached out a hand of language,
Invited me into their world
To show me
Beauty
Hatred
Confusion
Hope
War
Daily life
Persistance
Hope
The deepest depths of despair
The pinnacle of enlightened thought
I took their hand, made of nought but words,
And followed it down the rabbit hole
With nought but an open heart.
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Nice meeting you!
Thank you for being so open!
I'll be sure to visit again,
To a space that never forgets.