Words emerge from the silence
of wood and stone. They break
that silence when they are born.
Silence, once broken, cannot
be repaired. A word once spoken
cannot be recalled.
The greatest gift is to know
how to be alone amidst the crowd,
how to sink into silence.
A world of words smothered
at birth and that world, unborn,
dismissed, forgotten, still-born.
A lost world of words whirled
on the silent wind that fans
the unborn fire within you.
The spider web of the mind
blown clear by the wind
that blows unspoken words.
The sultry silence of wood and stone,
the hush of the tadpole swimming
into its own metamorphosis.
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