Invisible
Would you vouch for sound's sake
Wholly dependent on oxygen
After a tempestuous voice spake
After a humble tune is forgotten?
Would you swear of love in every form
Of neighborly love, a child's love
Or else render it an illusion born
Of what mere humans dreamed up
And to seek for it is a vain plight?
Would you deny that pain exists
Ebbing in and out like the tide
And heartache too, also as tenuous?
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