understanding is only impartial interest,
a bystander’s creed,
a crossword done in pencil,
the vacancy of affirmative nods,
communication having its cosmetic affect,
shoes then tied
as if now properly dressed,
as in a sense of self balance
quite privately regained.
there is want for the embodiment
beyond meaning’s delivery,
for the mood-ring of invisible auras to blend,
for all the subtle facial muscle to get up and dance,
for the distance between us
to not be measurable by stoic units of means
and to discover, without ever saying,
that we could never become placards,
frontal in each other’s face,
that we have come to share flight
up and within the same breeze,
that we pray under the same sun,
shoulder to shoulder,
and that mood, our canopy of mood,
can serve us the food of our oneness . . .
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