but not all who are lost wander
How do we determine
Where we're going
When we all end in the ground anyway?
Is anyone found?
Found is what? --
a self perception
a security blanket
a whispered lie.
A lullaby that lulls to sleep
the pesky thoughts
corroding the pearl walls
that mask troubled minds.
Words are only words.
But what of the ones in our heads?
The ones mitigated
by lack of synapse between
the brain and tongue
as the strongest muscle in the body
flops violently against its own pearl walls.
Walls of choice.
An abstinence of speech.
Do they weigh more?
Those are the words that crush
like paperweights on our hearts
and multiply the steam
like covers on pots
of food left neglected on the counter
due to lack of appetite.
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