let hands speak what mouths
cannot prattle
let eyes dream what sleep
renames with its tranquility
let love undo what
hate has wreaked and
let fingers saunter infinite
strides when feet sojourn
let this quiet bellow
a hundredfold of sound
and let soul dance when
we have departed,
enisled here underneath the
brow of a terminal day,
its numeral tasks unfold
in the night full of silences
and let the world feel the cold
of brookwater when we cannot swim—
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
let hands speak what mouths
cannot prattle
let eyes dream what sleep
renames with its tranquility
let love undo what
hate has wreaked and
let fingers saunter infinite
strides when feet sojourn
let this quiet bellow
a hundredfold of sound
and let soul dance when
we have departed,
enisled here underneath the
brow of a terminal day,
its numeral tasks unfold
in the night full of silences
and let the world feel the cold
of brookwater when we cannot swim—
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