More HKs this week, too...

YOU

        may be able to see
                nothing but

        blank white page

                SPACE

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I may only be

        able

to feel
                a braille
        translation

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of the concept
of the sound
of frail
        rhymes        unreal
in theory syntactically

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I touch you, your
        lips my
fingertips rounding up
and down the curves of sound
I can only feel and conceive

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I breathe in and out
        air
                you say
makes sound you hear

me translate into words

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My words
        my thoughts

as they were
        as they are

as far as memory is concerned

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What I could feel before
words and after

I learned to use them

        to feel more

or less is a cheap joke

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Not that I desire

to tell
you my feelings
or learn how I feel about

them but that I have thoughts, too

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What is thought
            without words

what
            does a dog think

to choose to bark or not to bark

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Is it thought

to repeat the same words

over and over 2 another thinker
until she too must have the feel
of identical bumps

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They say, I think
            they said, as I
                        haven't always heard
them well, a thot equals
a thousand dots

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Of all the words
you've taught me to feel
from beginning to end
"period" makes space
for the greatest sense

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All this talk
          about
is a preposition and yes it takes one to know one

but about "closure" I do believe
we give those words too much credit.

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Open and Close -- these
concepts I can feel

as I fall asleep
          and something opens
          and something closes

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I think
therefore I may use words

to learn how to live
and die with dignity

as I understand it

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What is the use
using words

other than to pass time
back and forth

between being and being

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Words are not thoughts

Orange is merely the color,

I hear,

of the fruit you see

before peeling away its cover

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I can chew my gums and walk
at the same time, but all this talk
goes straight through the gaps
in my teeth like so much hot air
shoved down my throat

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After the so-called falling
asleep I wonder what sound
                sounds like
or if I can feel what I cannot see
with my outer eyes

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I's, Eye's,
what's the difference

to me beside themselves

in their different rows of dots
if only 1's inside

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