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Voiceless

What if one day the world awoke

to find itself voiceless –

\mute – unable to make use

of words – not having words

to define, to add structure

to build philosophies

to create meaning

Would it not be wonderful

to live by image alone –

to lack the ability to define

meaning – but only live it –

what would fill the vacuum created?

Perhaps chaos would reign

but I think not –

ultimately we would

communicate soul to soul

having no other way

to connect –

more fluidity,

certainly more intimacy –

the barriers rhetoric built

would collapse in upon themselves

and my eyes would seek yours

rather than hiding from them.

Perhaps it would be

like those times as a youth

when I would lie in the night grasses

and fall into the vastness

of the universe – feeling small,

humble and connected

all at once.

And perhaps, because touch

would become so essential

we would not be so hasty

to hurt and maim and drive

wedges between each other

so we would cease to find

ways to isolate, label, judge

as our hands would entwine

finger to finger

in a new language.