We’ll say the last things we’ll ever say. We’ll say the last words, over and over. Ellipses, no full stops. We’ll slowly slur our words into nothing. We won’t need words, not anymore. Unwords, instead. Words of undoing. That just reverberate. Resonate with everything.
Nothing’s words. No one’s words. The dark words that mean nothing. The deep song of oblivion. Drone words. The anti-aum. The great unspooling.
Words turned from meaning. Become just obscure objects. Non-words. Thunder words. Foghorn words.
Words undone. Words turned from meaning. Become just obscure objects. Great erratics …
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