A Little Less

The taste of words
is foreign,
yet stale,
unheard of.
The words are
rebelling,
seething,
softly chastising me
for overusing them,
for lessening
their glorious
potential.
And to the words,
I apologize,
I bow to them,
and take my leave.
Perhaps the time
has come,
to do a little more
reading
and a little less
writing,
a little more
listening
and a little less
talking.
Perhaps,
I've found the answer
to the question
I asked when it all began:
why don't you talk
to me anymore?
Perhaps,
it's because I
haven't been listening.
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