The Deaf Man
Jerry Oleaf
He notices the patterns of silence
And its colors and its intonations.
He can sense one's spirit in eye movements
And he can sense one's soul in hand motions.
He has contempt for whispers and for screams.
He is unmoved by cackle and by yawn.
Every argument that he perceives seems
To be the same as every other one.
He closes his eyes if you laugh or cry.
In the heavy air he waits for beauty.
