I hover - you stutter - we miss - and crash.
The mystery lies in the space between us.
My tongue gibbers but in your language.
It's a miracle thing - godsake - how we connect
Fact of life is a fact of distance
Poverty lies in the space between us
Mystery lies in the space between us
I make sound which approaches language
Make my tongue a physical one
Fact of life is a fact of closeness
I lose nothing in this attempt
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