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i speak in written word;
my lips, no sound may utter--
though in my silence
i may be found,
my soul in mortal mutter.
you may fail to hear me
if you close your eyes--
you must look beyond the sounds
and become mesmerized.
silence from my lips;
my heart believes in time--
the time it takes to form
the words
in the straightest line.
deep beneath the brightest smile,
and underneath the tear
is a story
or an explanation
i wait for you to hear.
so hear me with your eyes,
hear my written line;
in my silence
my words were aging--
as the finest tasting wine.
--dgvarner