Once upon a time

we stumbled on words

Creation, mutation,

incomplete, never ending

They trip off your tongue

get caught in your throat

Lost in your memory

then, rekindled again.

Words full of colour

and monochrome, too

Words fill your belly

and empty your heart

Words knock you dead

make you feel alive

Raise you to the sta...

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Grasping, clawing at words 

Still fresh from the lips 

of tyrannical types you would not trust 

With your smallest, least intimate possession. 

Tearing at these letters 

Trying to rearrange them 

Into something more distinguished  

More befitting humanity  

But there are too many 

to handle and they 

continue their terrible tirade. 

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