Silence kept and tongues are still
for a polygot you're quite mute.
does my loquaciousness upset you?
are you tired
you've never tried and still I find you
surrounded by a school of swimmers
and sometimes,
by a glow,
morning sunrise reflected off the slick road.
in a fit of self understanding
I've known to cling,
a firm velcro to the thoughts I'd entertained.
a fortnight of silence
and your ears are burnt.
do you dare or are you tired.
a gray cat steps across a canyon
leaps across a crevice
glides along the breeze.
as you watch him sail
are you tongue tied
or are you tired?
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