I cannot seem to translate the wordless words in my heart;
the young foals spill from their mother and walk in seconds;
there is merely an absence where my words should be,
the sliverous trace of a scent with no possible origin, non-recallable,
a fading shadow on the wall that tires of waiting for them,
You stand there, unaware, and we share no language;
only motion and gesture and jest and contest
the silence; heavy silence, that sits atop my voice box
in victorious thievery.
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