Mime

the speechless of men the terror of heaven as one could speak about the other so shall one enter through the thought and will of his audience he captures by killing them and taking their breath away, laying them to stitches by the sword he holds and by the power we have given him and his breath is cold and steel hot while he grins without emotion and sings a silent tune with a his flute to hear our thoughts out loud. his body is in gesture to our thought and he jumps up high the first time your dog does, and falls to to the ground and starts laughing when we do.

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