Alive

I feel truly alive
When the words
Wash over me
At a reading
In a room half full
Of students and professors
And the odd refugee
From the corporate cube.
We gather to worship
The word, the sound,
Our mutual attraction
To the movement of breath
Over lips and tongue.
Even if we could live
Every moment
With perfect attention
We would understand nothing
Until it is written in verse.

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