the word on the tip of your tongue
may turn to silver and melt away
and leave you with nothing then to say
except in a secret realm.
in dictionaries of Dream
where all is recorded
and never seen;
the aspirant sounds
lie, dumb music scores, page by page
because in whole generations
arose not one
fit to play them.
mary angela douglas 6 june 2022
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