Rationed Words
His silent simmering Was a beacon For those adrift For those who swayedUpon the currents of dreams For the far-away travelersEngulfed, by silent peril He rationed his words Through a labyrinth of verse Through the treacherous bendsOf careless chatter Inward he doveUnfazed and quiet As the watchful hordes Simmered In desperate longing
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