Words are portraits of separation
The separation dream from which
There is no escape..
Yet we read words..many words..
And make hook-ups between them
Dream stories conjured with abandon..
We discover speakers knowing that
Words are portraits of separation
Others who seem not aware..
Perhaps there is a dog whistle for the
Resonating ear..hearing no whistle
Finds words not yet whistling..
This whistling story appearing...
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