dIS qUIET

The thing you don’t see…
The way the words knock around like bouncy cars at a carnivale
The way the needle won’t take the fraying thread
The jenga pieces tipping over
The hands, clumsy as they grab, trying to hold it together
Re-build it into something like meaning
And failing

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