No language from story books

Paper back's edges

cutting me open 

slicing me deep

a story to be told 

but no language to speak 

just internal systems 

wrecking havoc 

energies pulsating

subtle 

exploding 

thoughts 

going in on themselves 

making worlds smaller 

but can't contain 

deep volcanic

 eruptions

depressions

in the middle of no-where

 and somewhere

what words,

what words to speak. .  

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