He pushes behind the words
which, awkward, catch
and turn him to a disturbed
and fumbling man.
What if it all stops.
Then silence
is as silence was
again.
What if the last time
he was moved to touch,
work out in his own mind,
such limits was the last—
and then a quiet, a dull
space of hanging actions, all
depending on some time
has come and gone.
God help him then
if such things can.
That risk
is all there is.
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