Someone once told me
That the only words worth saying
Are the ones you never say.

Sometimes, a few unsaid words slither
Right into your ribcage and clasp some ventricle
You didn't know you had (until it stops pumping),
And you have to gasp for air with new-found lungs
Like you're being born again but messier.

I found myself in a new place where gravity
Isn't quite horizontal or vertical, but
You're still perfectly on your feet
And everywhere looks just like home.

Words wriggle their tendrils out and you can
See them coil around the heads of men and unplug
Their hearts from their brains like televisions from walls:
They all trance on, spitting static from blunt tongues
And pretty soon everyone sees white snow like gospel.

Hearts are antennae, you know, and I guess
All bad is just a fuzzy signal after all.