We languish in language,
languidly, and pull ourselves
out now and then to see
this sprawling-behind-us
skein of words. Do they really
say all that was deserved? No.
There's all too much left
to speak to this. Sometimes,
we must let it fall to bliss
and languish in wordlessness
as well. Except
how to let the other
tell?
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