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So deeply in the hollow of the neck,
Where language do sleep, a river runs.
It sings a song, both gentle and strong,
Though sometimes recounted, a silent story is still told.
A link from heart to air, the throat is
Carries whispers, love, and care,
It shakes at the sight of terror,
And when voices clear, sings with happiness.
It protects the breath, the life, the music.
a calm custodian bound always,
To convey everything that has to be said,
And ingest words that are head-filling.
Oh, sensitive but powerful neck
You echo dreams and carry wrongs,
You possess the mysteries of the spirit,
And bring the fragmented self whole.
Though silence comes, you continue to remain.
a calm beat, a faint strain,
evidence of all we tell.
And everything we choose to keep under control.
Does that ring true for you?