What view do your eyes afford?
What strength does your grip lend?
Whose voice says keep going
when you can no longer hold on?
With whose eyes do you look
when your own linger on shadows?
Who speaks inside
when you are speechless?
Who looks out with your eyes
-Who speaks with your tongue-
-Which door unlocks-
-Which window opens-
What flutters and moves inside you
-when your breath becomes frozen-
when your heart becomes breathless?
With whose feet do you step
when you can no longer travel by foot?
With which thoughts and words
do you build a home
for the nomad in your soul?
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