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Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Wordlessness ...

Every word that echoed, every promise made 
To be kept, To be broken
Made for assurance, Made for shelter.
Every single syllable that ever rolled
And poured over our landscapes
To map with certainty the paths we walked.
Every sound of everything never heard.
I say them to you, today, again.
Will you be still, so still,
Till the last sound has been spilled and overflown?
Drown with me now in this wordlessness.

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