Our words will sweeten the breath

If there’s no poison in the depth

Hidden inside is a nectarine lake

In search of pleasure, we forsake

Our words become the sound of joy

When they work to unite, not destroy

Within, there’s a store of sweetness

Everydrop is utter completeness

Our words never fully disappear

In the ethers, they’re loud and clear

The tongue has no space to tread

It works to spread doom and dread

Our words can become a treasure

That brings all seekers together

Each letter can be a stepping stone

Until we emerge in truth alone