blurt it out
as in the case of the country
you were brought up to love
there
isn't a womb of words
nor
are we the soil given voice
words
penciled
fade
from the page
we
fade in
words
sink like stones
in
the well of the heart
and
one day
the
world
goes
without saying
still
billions of years till then
still
time to mean all that you must
to
get the phrasing right
to
blurt it out
in
among annotations
future
leaving well alone
words
on their death beds
will
squeeze a last breath
out
of the healthy animal
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