The words
lay upon the ears
- so light and unassuming.

Like fluff and feathers,
snowflakes and foam.

But who knows
what tumours roil
beneath such welcoming
countenances.

Loosened
from the crevices
of engorged founts…

But futile is the effort,
to pave the way
to our worth through
an unmanned portal.

Unwavering.
We continue to commit
to parchment and ink.

As determined orphans,
we let fall our thoughts;
Not from pursed lips
but forged hearts.