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Dear Words

Reverberating on my eardrum’s skin
you come in
like a finger on a guitar string.
Sound sends me quivering.
Some places hands can’t go.
You touch the soul.
But I’m not saying hands can’t talk
or what is meant can’t be felt.
Once I saw a deaf boy put
his hand on a stereo speaker
and snap his fingers to the beat
emanating on his fingertips.



  1. its so lovely, the whole site. sorry its taken me so long to just sit and take it all in. I hope you and all around you are well. we should have lunch. I didn’t realize how influenced by you I am. did I send you go go. well the next part, the good doctor is almost done. trilogy. love you. bis bald. poorman.

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