Still Alix lately believed, entire concept of "talk" to be overrated.
Tangled up in the petite loops of a long chain, falling off a metal skin,
every word without a thought, pulling another after, just made noise.
She had witnessed it all, rationality wrestling away the sensibility
With each word sonic scribbled over previous, emotion lost its poise.
Do away, she wanted to with the calculations, with the science of trust
If only the intuition and the inspiration were still anywhere to be found
In nuances of color in raindrops, in haphazard waves of snowflakes
Her silent thoughts claimed words, just like a dance would, to a sound.
To everyone, anyone in that room would seem well articulated
They really were Alix's thoughts that did need to be navigated.
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