When words fail you
Un-scroll to understand in sand, feeling bottled up and buoyant
Words will fail you
make you mistress of mourning — silver lined dawning
words will fail
to unravel you in rhymes — through titanic times
words will
appoint you mute master of tidal tongue twisters
words
will empty you out in search of your message
words are
storm-tossed and feisty — every journey is dicey
words are all
washed up on your shore, when the king tides roar
words are all you
need to set sail, build your balsa wood tale
words are all you have
to launch small shipments, re-crafting your figments
words are all you have to stay
alight and in tune, inky dark of the moon
words are all you have to stay afloat
until you are re-turned and re-tilled
tiding your vintage vessel, briny and spilled
into sips of shining syllables
glistening in silence
to every word
still inside you
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