Silent Sky

I swallow,

And I swallow
and I swallow
and I swallow

and I dont know where all the words go

Perhaps to some forlorn land where words
walk oddly against a secret sky
crooked, roughed-up words,
beaten, that struggled
for life

trying to escape the narrowing tunnel
of a quickly closing throat,

words that flew up
only to hit the back of quickly clenched teeth
to bounced backward
into the inky blackness

of nothing

Resigned to their fate,
the cluster and collect
to walk a shadowly land
and mumble to themselves

long forgotten words
born of dried-up passion

Words like,

They all merge and mingle quietly,

swallowed words
in a swallowed world
walk quietly, crookedly,
against a secret sky

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