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**My heart murmured a new language as you escaped my peripheral, and became central vision. Sporadic syllables rendering rhythm, and I listened, for once. Unfamiliar, I was shuffling perspectives that fluttered to my throat. It was a terrifying moment hoping that the wrong one would fleet off my tongue, and fall to my feet. Even if so, I would blindly wave my hand just a bit above the ground for its friction, with a plumbline gaze. This clumsy fumble was avoided, for my heart could not be put into words. You could not be put into words. You were injected into my retina like an icepick, severing my frontal lobe, as my heart endured lobotomy love. If you do not see it, I hope it’s your hand on my chest that brings me back to life. Waving just above the ground as I fleet, and I hope you feel our friction. Here I am, waving back**