I will take me away
To a foreign place
Where a language
Is unnecessary.
I
Shall move my mouth
In deepest darkness,
Sculpting sentences
That none shall hear:
They are mine alone.
A place where the one voice
That is heard is the wind
In strange trees, rustling
Branches of gaudy leaves.
Perhaps there is a sea
To respond--softly,
Implacably: a duologue
Of sibilance and fluting.
We shall collaborate.
(Me atop a barren hill,
Arms outspread, gesturing
To the sea, the dark sky.)
We shall indulge ourselves
In deepest conversation:
Wordlessness, movements,
Fullest comprehension.
-David Joshua Sharp
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