the words are tired
they protest that they
have been working too hard
looking too hard
peering and squinting too much
their vision is blurred
they run around in my head
have to be dragged to my fingertips
on the way
they kick out
scattering sparks behind my eyelids
they want a break
or they will go on strike for good
just you try and do this without us
they say
and yet
I cannot not do this
I cannot fail
I cannot fall silent
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