Deep down words revolve around you
it's a time of dismantling reassembling
all thoughts all together all the time
so tired from the darkness standing up
all night. It's not about words per say
just the opposite they are only the clay
they debate and misplace emotions
the best and worst placed away to
remember the sweep of the hands that swept them
looking north and south for a new language past distant
trees in our journey we find they're walking behind us
to help us be what we feel they are revealed like the magical
hint of rain almost felt on the face seen falling like snow by
the lamp light.
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