Words tumble. Catching one out.

Proving a point or

wounding a heart.


Dark storms brew within the thoughts.

Like a rising tide flowing out

quick to sooth or heavy with pain.


In the corner of the mind

where shadows whisper,

comparing and dissecting

ideas and dreams

preparing a path

for words going out.


Even at sleep, pathways consider,

configure, decide and create

the words for



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