let’s have a conversation
that sounds like our bare feet
beating the pavement
as we run as fast
as God made us able
because that’s a language
we both understand
and need no words for.
the language of burning alive
like stars and glory.
but i’m afraid
from admiration
or some sensation
of trying to imagine
a mind with sight
like a kaleidoscope.
i’m a little hazy, i know
but i feel that you’d
see through my argument
like air without oxygen
and that clouds my mind
still further.
yet the fierce joy of striving
the exhilaration of winning
that’s a vocabulary
we both comprehend.
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