lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


26 January 2009

113: Taciturn

Feigned eloquence, it fills the room
with words and the voices that carry them.
Let them drift - heavy-handedness that
weighs down silence, attempts to bury
the fear of the mute - my speechlessness.
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