and they come back to hound.
They lose all sense-
meaningless words,
unstrung from their sentences,
hang around in mid air
like a conjuror's trick.
Hang for a while, before they sink-
sink into the depths of my senses.
Float up again in my dreams,
when the world sleeps in peace
they wake up
wander around, unmoored,
shackles flung away-
they come unwound.
Meaningless letters,
soundless words
wordless sounds :
they all gather around
weights compound
pile up one on another
ricochet, rebound.
And in a final tumult
they take me down.
Together forever, my words and I,
we all drown.
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