Movement Comes Most Often Without Motion
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Nicholas
Gordon
Incremental thaws can peel a rock.
Years wash away the
stubbornest emotion,
While silence can the rustiest thought
unlock.
There are magic whispers quietly in mourning
That soothe
what we will never know as pain,
And songs that come upon us without
warning,
Undoing all the buttons that remain.
Our skin is quite a
permeable border
Across which strangers freely come and
go,
Subversive to our phantom sense of order
Yet never touching what
we think we know.
Thus without motion do we silent move
Unknowing,
till suddenly we love.