Unsaid

To speak,
but not in circles,
where words
go round and round,
but to stop all words
that pass you,
as do the constant
hands that move
around the clock;
face without a mouth.
Are all such words
inside you left?
Unsaid: the mind,
a buzzing bee hive,
the mouthful
of sweet regret.

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