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.