THE VISIT
Sometimes the silence
enter without formal invitation
in the house without garden
no greater promise of light
enters stepping on eggs
or in broken glass
the silence that is gender
of first need
takes on the wrists do not cut
takes in the bones not the fracture
takes in the eyes not saturation
finally, get in clean
neither blind nor deaf nor dumb.
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