precisely as i remember it
— only now, stronger still, more nimble,
in this voice people put their future
(or in many voices like this)
drawing them up from invisible wells,
steering wheels out of labyrinths,
holding a human face.
such voices could pilot helicopters
through crises-riven regions on rescue-missions,
carry out open-heart surgery on babies,
play a musical instrument.
one might want to avoid such voices
some times; after all, they call for confrontation
with despair as a precursor of peace