Cycle backwards

 

And so we move

 

from words to poems,

poems to songs,

songs to one song,

one song to the note

the note to silence.

 

The cycle will repeat itself

over and 

over again.

 

Just as I can feel

that bead of sweat

travelling slowly

down my back,

 

Just as I strain

for the precise word

and its corresponding

sound,

 

The universal struggle

to be understood

and to understand.

to be understood.

and to understand.

 

to be understood.

 

Now the bead of sweat reverses

as it will from time to time,

and travels up my back

I swallow the words

the poem the songs,

the note.

They are back inside my body.

Protected. Safe. Precious.

 

And so we move

again,

 

to silence.