I am not
A collector of facts,
Of labels and numbers,
Opinions and stats.

Rather, I thunder
With each beating heart.
I mostly remember
The in between parts:

The unspoken beauty,
The fears and the queries,
The passions and stances,
Surreptitious glances.

The nanos and micros,
The human array,
Of language unspoken –
That’s what I tuck away.

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