words and languages
fell to the ground
like autumn leaves
we step around,
staring down
at what makes up
our sentences
and thoughts
and that
of others,
comparing,
learning what
to avoid, or accept
as ownership
points to the
good and bad,
the hidden invisible,
sheltered within
now scattered for
all to see,
the parts of each,
angels among us
and devils nearby
Roger Singer 