Spoken, but not heard.
Broken without words.
Loud is a burden,
yet outbursts work.
Quiet, not silent, I
speak without violence--
a sigh lost to high winds.
And if I rage, an inner Ape
breaks free of the page--
straight desecrates
the Sacred Sage's
humble space.
So goes the destiny
of a soul solely sensitive--
inside a human density.
My jaw is slack and open,
outpouring no commotion;
instead, a sign is posted--
and I come into focus.
©2008 RA
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