I step down
from my words
steep they had become
bowing to my pen
licking its ink
blotting my pages
dumb.
I glance up
between the leaves
the gaps burst
with its crumbs.
Lay down
they say
watch the rivers
flow through
don’t touch
and be more dumb.
©Malintha Perera 2015
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