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I've been touched by him
I know how caring he can be
or how trivial I upon arrival at his door
lost for words
I, who come from a world of poetry
that sinks helplessly into noise
when we no longer speak the ineffable

I've been visited by him
I know how blinding he can be
or how inefficient these hands that can no longer sheild my eyes
as I try to see what's been kept hidden from us
I, who have never seen my twin sibling
or if I have
no memory brings back to me
what was left of me a thousand years ago
somewhere along this curious path we call life

I've been chosen
I've been enchanted
crossed, sobered, mystified
I've been taken by him
and I know this one-time visitor
the perfect stranger
who's been pacing with me
forever... ever...