Empty Words

Jan 10, 2019
1 min read

They whip and dive and bite Like gnats. No weight, but flap Like bats in panicked flight.

Ethereal, of nil, they fill Each inch of land and air With unremitting shrill.

The warp and weft of thought, Discombobulated, Stretched, then slack, then snapped taught.

Weft warps to twist and thrash, Warp snaps in fraying scythes To etch and carve and slash.

And Care unnoticed slips Into the dark'ning storm, A child from little ships.

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