what if the use of a gun was
the writing from a pen?
so what is literally being said?
from whom, to whom?
is this what diary-writing would look like?
is this what is on a billboard
in someone's mind?
do all suicide-notes have to include readers?
is each of us original composition,
looking for a script presentation,
a ceremonial address,
a personal manuscript read to a public?
how did isolation
become the proving grounds?
when did this original composition
become a series of run-on sentences,
reduced to one word,
repeated loudly,
over and over
until the spokenness reigned out
as the dead of silence,
reading to itself,
out of ink?
when does say no more,
say so much more?
so why do we have ink
if we can't have legible soul? . . .
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