Echograph
Hearing love inside you
it’s an unanswered call
that stutters yet never halts
and grows like a tumour
one you can’t control -
not that you’d want to.
Thoughts flicker through your mind
they come to life like
drawings in a zoetrope
each steady breath and prayer
the ladder your lives
will scale.
An analogue image that moves
infrequently on the screen
like a bitmapped star
a rare indication of faith
knocking against a cage
to map out your face.
To trace worn skin and smile
to encounter your language and cherish it.
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