This round-about rumbling we christen
Conversation is a bloodless vacuum of a thing. We set our digital selves up with these parallel Lines that can mathematically never meet, And so in sidles holy, flirtatious Frustration With sanitary white gloves and Greek chorus Masks of hilarity or anger to keep us safely Away from actually expressing emotion. The shimmer in the catch of another's voice, The raw honesty in the glance of another's eye, The gravity in the mere presence of another human being Could just humble our rumbling, Focus our screen-bleary vision for a moment, Shake our oscillating mind from its grasping for mock reactions. Yes being with another person Could just humble our rumbling If we would denounce our pride and meet there On living ground. Can we? Will we? |
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