What are these words I need to speak?
They are daggers perforating the air,
standing motionless on a higher ground.
They are signs of indelible desires,
morning dreams and lost memories gone forever.
They are ours and yet don’t belong to us.
We are their willing slaves and untouchable masters;
we are the vehicle and the empty hand
lurking over this unspeakable barrier.
We are these words I need to speak.
They have no soul, no weight, no meaning:
they carry no sound for they are unspoken.
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