(Thanks LW :)
Language Restores the Soul
Thoughts extinguished
Like blown out candles
Unfocused desires, directed nowhere
Wanting something different
But lacking focus
Hours slink by like hungry-eyed strays
Seeking a private language of insight
Into the shell of the impenetrable self
Mummified in a box built for heartache
Puzzled ... the human realizes its animal nature
Squawking angrily the animal fails to vocalize
Like a plucked thing on a spit it stares emptily
Into the vast void of nothingness
Animal rage dissipates as words come rushing inward
Language restores the anguished soul
A babbling brook rushes past
Singing songs of past lives upstream
Memories fill the mind
And journey onward
Life moves on
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