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How does one say it?

How does one say what is unsayable?

How does one say what is unsayable, nay, unassailable?

How does one say what is unsayable and unassailable,

diffused in misty cogitation?

Speechless, breathless, nothingness…

Necessity of the dam.

 

There is a lamp to give light to the room

There are words to give life to the heart

There is a shade to give grey a chance to seep in through blinds

There is silence to mute the risks.

 

A helmet for my heart,

A pen for my hand, motionless

Guarded circles of heartward beating

Defying the crying of

mortality

humanity

utter profanity

                                                

                                                     A. Locke 2013