Up

And

Down,

Side to side,

 All around they cannot hide.

Silence reigns,

But words

Abound.

I line them up

Without a sound.

I hope,

And pray,

That they make sense,

Each one,

Within the present tense.

I lay them down,

In silent rows,

In hope,

Profundity

May grow.

I hope you know

That this

Is true,

Each word I write,

I write for you.

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Owain Glyn