I wonder what it’s like for you,
quietly listening
as we grasp for lofty phrases,
hoping to articulate thoughts we had
in fading moments
when we glimpsed into other realms.
What are you thinking when we struggle
to locate
the right words for the task,
and what are you feeling when we manage
to fabricate
some feeble attempt at eloquence?
I wonder what it’s like,
for you read words
written by shaking hands
with eyes of timeless grace that
somehow is
perfect for our weakness.
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