'Zweite Gehirn'

or 'Word Processor'
from Its Inside-out & Orange​

I eat your words,
They go in through my ears,
whole into my mind and drop

heavily to the floor of my stomach
not able to pass to my intestines.
Unprocessed

rock words
roll & clatter with the flow
of emotions & hours.​​​​​​​

moving & banging
against each other,
grinding down

over a millennia of moments
of churning and settling
into the pit

as fine sand to filter the water of
our everyday lives together,
flowing through me

minutely.
Some words take longer
than others.​​​​​​​​​​​​