Fluorescent blue, A shadow world Of windows, Hung behind our talk.

I couldn¶t open Windows² nor could you. A light cast² Cornered and ashamed² An act un-acted² Worth a frozen thought. I couldn¶t argue for A friendship²nor could you. Two lucid voices In bleary bodies woke And each seen voice² Reflective but opaque² Danced in a silence That out-silenced us. Out of silence We must make What all silent speaking Cannot make: A broken window to glimpse The shadows through.

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