Words make holes

Our words claim to be an authentic life
A breath not yet snapped,a wind going
In a mouth-hole, a water hole for eyes

A nosy hole to smell real world passing
A matter in nine holes, open to the sky.
Words are a world, in and out of breath

Authentic life, touchy feely, eyes open.
All our words make some hole or other,
Poems most authentic holes made ever.

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