Knowing


Knowing

Words spill forth, and overflow
Like small pink pills or weeds that grow
Or gunshots through dark clouds that blow
Deep within the minds that know.

Words withheld, ingrained so deep
He sees through eyes, darknesses seep
Captures thoughts in shifts that creep
Where words should be, silently sleep.

CNK

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