Words


a
mouth
sewn
shut
can
still
make
a
sound








words are birds eye is sky





I WRITE THE WORD

I write the word: I am behind it
You read the word: you are before it

We make a oneness, a reflection
two separate moments come together

But the word is still between us

Some day there’ll be no words
Some day we’ll simply be like flutes playing each other

Strike a match
Light up this page
Watch them go black and vanish into flame



Hand by Patrica Kelly



Words are birds by Akram


a bird is a word, photo found online, artist unknowm



A Mouth Sewn Shut

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