all of our words
hang above an underground lake
words are totally silent things
don't think they have sound
all that can be heard are the drips
that rain from the roof
below this is another chamber
into which the drops transpire
through layers of rock
below this another
it's not turtles all the way
it's lakes
drips
roofs
none of it is what it is
only what it's above
and below
it should be working about now
the paralysis
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