Two philosophers
making a wall of words between them,
a wall so hard
that it would stop a train of thought
travelling at high speed,
a wall, the completion of which
provides them both
with serious relief,
a wall, thank god, that is always beyond
the perception of a dog,
a wall to which they can press
a Buddha-sized ear
and listen . . .
listen for the lament of the other,
listen for an argument with a spouse,
listen for a joke which they, too, can understand,
listen for a rasp.
Two philosophers
making a wall of words between them,
a wall of words
through which certain other words
will always pass.
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