What you meet and where
the path
disguised
the stone in your shoe
the silence after laughter
the pause in breath before you answer
all teachers
Does it hurt?
Just the needle trembling toward true north
a signal pointing past the familiar
This is it
shaping you in real time
pressing in
This is it
till the blind may hear
and the deaf may see
Keep listening
"Are you listening?"
-original poem‐
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