Words – No 2

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They come at me
With incessant insistence
Demanding, not just
A hearing, but
Some response
A word begets
Words, then
A sentence, and
A sentence, not having
The decency to know
It’s limits
Becomes a paragraph
Spoken at me,
Rolling over me
Requiring some
Answer, a word becoming
A sentence, drowning
In a paragraph
Words clashing
With words
Consonants and
Vowels jarring
At volume
While
I
Starve for
Silence
The stillness
Of the
Unspoken
The space
Where words
Cease
And calmness
Breathes
Into the
Space
That space
Where I
Listen
To the
Stillness
The silence
Of eternity
Seeping
Into time

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