Tangled [in] words

I get tangled in words
run aimlessly between reason

and consequence.

There is a notion of getting [it]

                                in the word for-getting

and giving [all there is]

                                in the word for-giving.

I figured that the other night

drifting at the water’s edge, waves

washing my weary senses.

There is a point where a thought

 needs to be verbalized. Then I speak

in the words of others, or perhaps

it's the other way around?

However weightless, I am not a bird
nor wind rustling the leaves.
I dare not
                                disturb the silence.