and all the other here afters; for all are an
aftershock, a stunned embrace emotion to
a trauma, that stuns us into a overwhelming silence, when words fail, for they are but a tool, not always handy…in fact, sometimes the hands, their warmth, the slow squeeze of supportive strength, is the most
uncommon elegance
humans ever devised
After all, when all is said,
that shard of a touching outstanding
will
survive longest in the tracks
and crevices of
our fingerling cells, handy
and purposed for those flawed deposits
that are always kept best within
our safest harbors of valued,
touches,
ready to be recalled
and better yet, perfected, when
*shared
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