I talk to myself while I walk
Scrawl mental syntax on the sidewalk
in my head
Things I could've done
Sentences I should've said
This has all been said before
but I'll say it all again
Mouthing it to myself
by the beat of my footstep
What's a whisper - is it different
than writing words with pen?
Does it hold any less significance
if it's only been half said?
Each stride, an invisible lacuna divides
the line breaks of my restive mind.
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