Mouths of Babes
Words fall hastily, unformed and premature from our mouths.
Its hard to say which are stillborn
and which will make it,
later,
out from the harsh warmth of the incubator
where we prod them with our neuroses .
The ones that make it out alive are handed back to their mothers
swaddled in connotations
wailing of discordant and unhappy meanings.
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