Conversation can be tough to tread
relying on your ears alone,
no surgeon on rotation
to dissect each little undertone.
And waking nights lend prime recall
of words you meant to only think.
They conjure spiral slides in view
that lead to pits of spiraled thinks.
And words, those writ for reading,
revitalize when vocalized.
Though some, perhaps, are best to rest
away from ears and lips and jest
to cast their shadows long in size
in silence- long anesthetized.
cozy does it 