What keeps us together? Words
And what are words? Initial of my soul
Transmitted through our inhuman air,
But driving root again in your speech,
As finding there hospitable dwelling,
Or ample illusion, since in your voice
I am again transformed and again,
Even as in the words I speak
I come again upon you and again,
In utriculus of the innermost ear,
Singing silences, those pauses that
For itself the imagination requires.
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