I know I speak when no words spill from my mouth,
but if you would kindly please do me a favor:
Pay no attention to my silent utterances;
They speak what I cannot allow to be said.
I cannot recall what secrets I shared mutely,
what was said in a ring twist or waist-poised hands
or any other linguistic phrase of movement
that spoke in hand-covered whispers.
I will go out on a lake or into the woods
and be quiet in the wind or hidden by leaves.
Be still. Unspoken. Be quiet. Wordless.
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