JanPoWriMo 5

It is perhaps entirely 
Within 
The realm of possibility 

That somehow even through
The midst 
Of an age such as this one 

We grow in almost two 
Separate 
Yet transparent dimensions 

To appreciate in our lack of
Absences 
The sound of a face 

The smile of a voice 
Enacting play
The only way we know how 

Which is still human
Within