We are all coded in personal languages, waiting for socially lexiconic Rosettas.

[wolven7]

Rasputina - [Thimble Island]--- I think you, in language, feeling the ebb and flow of your symbol system, and the lines you move, around me. Life like a sunset, describing, in perfect detail, the exact placement of the bird which sings down today. Hands that mean Existence, spinning lives, and forming creation. (Rasputina - [State Fair]). Entire universes spring to life, under your touch.

Your lips, so cliche, like cool streams, like dark, warm walls. Home, the taste of you, there, inimitable. Eyes that burn with the purest spark of the 0/1 negative affirmation, and i realise, again, Why. (Rasputina - [Brand New Key]).

I wonder, today, tonight, forever, and i hope that, one day, i'll find the way to read you in Braille. Nothing to do but touch you, and experience, and know the ridges and raised letters of your meanings. The way that no sound or sight could ever convey, totally... That i can hear you, read you, feel you, know you. That i'm there as the language develops itself.

That "We" is forever in the lexicon.

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[raoin.livejournal.com]

painting a picture:
reading this
the corners of my mouth slide slightly upwards
my shallow eyes deepen, wondering
how you know so well
the mind, in its oblivion
stops short, finding you express
so much better, things we never say
a soft long sigh escapes
and my heart moves,
how do i thank you?
trapped behind screens, wires, and distance
i'm left with words
here, i spend them on you.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Something from my Half-Sleep place. Directed, of course, at one in particular, but applicable, of course, to the State, Of Itself.

You're welcome. You express rather well, i'd say. I'm not Better at it... At least, i don't think so.

Thank you, for the kind verse.