©June 2013, Mimi Wolske

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Talking without words

There is no escaping death

Or knowing more than an inth

Of the secrets of the soul

Squishy neurons guard

The cells of the brain

As they talk to each other

Centuries of a consciousness

Dashing in less than a blink

Of an eye from time to

Time unknown yet somehow

Known to a deeper consciousness

A fleeting glimpse

If we are lucky

Of times ago and a time

Yet to come

A call that draws neurons

Less than the size of

An unseen dot on a page

By some soul we’ve known

Who thinks of us

That persists and invades

Our mind and is met

Recognition, communication

Talking without words


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