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by Stephanie Themistocleous

In 
between
the sprinklings
of a summer sun let off
for a new kind of yellow,

  an ocean of open

vibrates within faces, closes and
    widens
         in tidal conversation, remembering 

                               and what are we?

                                  Here among the starless daynight 
                                    where people’s hearts are sleeping
                                       where a silence is slipping over the world
                                          unhushed,
                                           it dreams 
                     of its own former glory,
                                           that time
                            when  no  words  were needed –