We have tried to make sense of sounds
Under the breath, the old lips trembling
With light words , in running commentary
On the world, reasoned out and heuristic,
A verbal diarrhea they called it in laughter.

We understand their force, their purport.
They are time fillers, masterly previews,
Words that will define their silence ahead
As they catch their breath, trying to hold it.
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