Speech of the Mute
her mind is a chaos
of bright lights and the voices of titans
and the written word is the backbone of order
holding up against her storms,
a pillar of glyphs.
their world is a labyrinth
entangled in the faces of their angels
and the songs of their dancers
in a tongue beyond the grip of her chemistry
the spark for their fire engulfs her.
her art is a science
in ambiguity, the preciousness of printed things
mum to the world as they sleep in the stones,
like her,
alien to anyone but the strangers who dream in color
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