The silence I speak
however deafening, words
essentially build
silk cocoons so weak
it is a miracle tongues
loosen as some birds
enter guilds, unskilled
now to chatter in the bush
caution the wind, lungs
expire before long
I know for now I say less
speak no evil, wrong
perhaps not to guess
even to give a shove, push
as to my death, fall
killed by a train, bawl
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