Forget the Varnish

Here, in the deep and the dark

we tell each other secret things,

but not one escapes.

We keep them holed up inside,

protecting our treasures like gold;

mining our ways through life.

It’s as if we’re speaking a new language,

one others can’t decipher,

and we’re holding on to the hope

that we’ll remember.

Time-dependent words

we have spoken,

with of a multitude of communicants;

striking chords within ourselves.

I’ll keep speaking out if you keep listening,

or at least pretending to.

Yes I’ll speak the words, I’ll shout them out -

speak to the secrets inside of you.

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