I'm poking around this cavity
In moments of fun, and gravity
Examining all that's not here
Taking readings of the atmosphere
Carefully studying the empty space
Conjecturing what would fill its place
Tracing the shapes made in the air
So, finally, I can see the chair
Trying to define what I've never had
Watching the amputee slipping on scrim
Can you envision the missing limb?
Born deaf and still attempting to sing
Will anyone listen to such a thing?
The sightless artist painting the sky
What strokes does he make? and moreover, why?
Born with the capacity for faith and trust
How to rebuild what's crumbled to dust?
A person I would want to call "Dad"
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