I am stilled in tongues, stopped
like a grabbed clapper.
The emptiness rings between my teeth,
pealing away into an oily well.
A solid well, constructed from a year of grit.
There may have been clean nests of
delicate comment once but I
have lost the air of remembrance.
All the entrances and exits were
silted up with coarse despair
when I began to wander in the wishpool
my ankles cooling for too long.
You cannot lose your heat
without extinguishing your fire.