If my tongue were a razor blade,
I'd keep 'self silent. Though I'd have
these burning eyes to speak for me.
Unpurposed tears that are begotten
through excess of the fire,
however, will turn to air
as someday will our clay.
The only thing that I would've said
then is
the vast embodied
silence.
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