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,


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




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