Catching breath

We have tried to make sense of our sounds
Under the breath, our old lips trembling
With light words , in running commentary
On the world, reasoned out and heuristic,
A verbal diarrhea they called, in laughter,
Words that will define our silence ahead
As we catch our breath, trying to hold it.

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