your words are cast
out into the world
and yet you don't
hear the splash.
there is the coded
silence of water,
the woods that
lie deep between
you and death. it
doesn't have to
be a big splash,
but to just hear
these stones that
you've carved and
thrown hit, then
sink in and cause
a ripple of wonder
well, that might
be enough.
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