You are the exact moment
Noise becomes music
Your voice
Makes you visible
You are the lingering note
The last syllable of the last word
A sound that protects against any thought
Your voice and face
Become used to each other
You in front of a mirror
Putting sentiments on your face
Cleanly and precisely
What animates you
Also obliges you
To paint yourself into life
You are what no art
Has yet allowed to be imagined
I believe in you
Despite those too
Intelligible features
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