Wordless (fine tuned)

        poem has been amended due to a typo and also, once posted I felt it could do with a brush up.  (thanks Luigi) In silence, I watched him leave mute with disbelief.  ‘Wordless’ has become my portent, escape from un-corked expression leading to short-circuiting, mind-blowing emptiness. Chatter is superficial, meaningless. Overwhelming emotion integration of great pain

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  The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief, Hilary Stanton Zunin                       You think small but inside this house you’re too much body, all elbows, knees and hollow heart banging against hard walls   And when the ache in his voice his words, echo inside your head like discordant church-chimes

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