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Poetry Allowed

debhynes

Let it leave your lips

escape aloud

rise up, push through

throat, teeth, tongue

pause at the ends

of words

make two meanings

new

when broken

apart.


Hold

the syllables

units of sound

mind the gap

golden

silence says.

But

we must first uproar,

cry and laugh

and ring out

every twisted word

until they are bone dry.


Only when it is spoken

can we cherish

the still.




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