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Our Silent Revolution

Forgive me, my dear, if I cannot read
the alphabet of your eyes;
the widenings and smallerings
of your consonants and vowels;
the blinks of punctuation,
and tears of exclamation.
You see, I am illiterate
in you, but by God am I
inanimate without you.
One day our skin will speak
a language all its own,
and our minds will be lost
in the mysteries of
its strange phonetics;

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