The Inertia of the Unspoken Word

It weighs more than a massive stone,
the word that knows no way to flee,
suspended between the spirit and the lip,
an echo with no path to be.

It holds the gravity of a deep secret,
never revealed, never received,
a wave that has yet to break
upon your breast’s soft sandy bed.

And it rests, untouched, within the void
that comes before each single breath,
an energy with no clear aim,
a future beyond all knowledge.