makes my soul sing.
opens up my head.
to let the syllables
a peculiar twisting sensation
recognizing and being recognized
for the first time.
throwing a gray haze over everything else.
but filling the spaces between with
a white light that would normally
but instead grants
new eyes.

Author: Elisabeth Komae Li
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