Language

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences

I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
They are just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched
Never stirred
Never even moved through.

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