warming forming

when your trade is words
and you twist your tongue
around excuses and reasons
and other little treasons
you feel something break away inside
there is an ice shelf shearing away

love isn’t broken wings
but listen when it sings
observe the clues it brings

as much as a passage weighs
you have to walk
and you have to talk

as leaves turn over
you knew how to read the scene
but you’ve been dumb
schroedinger’s cat got your tongue
and all those songs you would’ve sung
are in a cat’s cradle strung

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