As they were going away, behold, a demon-oppressed man who was mute was brought to him. And when the demon had been cast out, the mute man spoke.
What word is worth speaking?
What silence bind us powerless and mute?
There is a space, like a nest,
feathered and still,
and each thought pauses there
fledging multicolored wings on diets
that can both nurture or destroy—
if you wish to fly,
eat lightly for the glory of the open sky.