The power had been out for at least a day
Absence of electricity
Left us with ourselves
To talk with our hands
To laugh with our words
To understand with our teeth
To see with our skin
To smile with our eyes
To share simple meal
With candle
This was the dignity and goodness of humans
A colourful tale, handwoven
A game made from scratch
A home-grown story
Then the power came back on
And the silence forgot itself
And lost itself again in the numb buzzing sound
Of our lives pretending to be real
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