Before We could speak,
We had words
We could describe,
the floor, walls, and ceiling of our existence.
In those words there was no song.
No time
My smile,
and deepest escape into a self-made world of denials.
and Your fast feet ever running;
No time but for this
We three kings of avoidance,
of surviving.
In those words there are no songs,
no time.
And we could not speak….
Still calling for our songs.
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