If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
I shook his hand saying something inane
Another overtalking our ritual exchange
One Christmas eve in Tangier I met Paul Bowles
Knowing just enough to know I did not know enough
Fearing I could know too much.
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