There are tongues
that speak to us more
sincerely and closely
than ever could one’s mother,
or dared our brethren
among us.
There are signed confessions brought forth
one can only make out
to a stranger,
determined secrets revealed
without our knowing,
while attaining from them
a self they will never meet.
There are jaded glances
that replenish us anew,
hold us still and
challenge our humanity,
resetting the game in no-one's favor.
There are backward stares
looking forward beyond,
beyond our eternal place of hiding,
stares that read,
“Do not be fooled
by my looks,
by my gaze,
be fooled only
by my relinquish.”
There is transmission
of silences
carrying moments
of speechlessness,
moments of honoring the dead,
moments of waiting one’s turn,
their turn before you.
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