#887 - always more words

 

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always more words

or

sometimes

 

sometimes words are further

find you unaware

more often, mossed

under …

somewhere

tongue tip too

and blurt

 

you might not recognize them

but certain words will hurt

 

have swum

in a dream

so I’d cling

all the empty dark about

lost for them, despairing

 

heark!

often from the silver ships

unknown words disembark

 

there might be a war of them

then, if so, words the winner

 

sneak up behind

and could be a kiss

 

whisper quiet

tap on the shoulder too

we, by our own words condemned

 

no need to remind me

 

mainly though

where I’m at home

come on

with what to say

and what to do

 

won’t know where

words will find me