Wavelength
words
before
words
are kept
within
small bodies
of matter
where they
become
dots of glitter
dusted
on the tongue
like grains of sugar
like white sand
like powdered snow
the syllables
roll
like waves
into space
floating
in the atmosphere
that is here
and before
the letters align
like stars
that reach meridian
they twirl about
unencumbered
by echoes
of thought
or sound
or placement
there is no purpose
of being more
of being less
there is no intention
no imposition
no implication
unmolded
they just are
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