proximoception

"But what if we're words speaking only of words?"
Some of them said, solemn-stanced, subtle-smirked.
Later they whispered apart:
"Words without things are the blank of the start.
Think of the things we will think when we're smart!"

Different side, same space, Herd Two of the thirds:

"But what if just things speak of things, sans words?"
They said, slouch-pocketing hands in sighed shrugs.
Later in huddling hopping group hugs:
"Things without words are the blank of the end.
Think of the words we won't need to defend!"

"Suppose that a word should emerge from a thing?"
Came from a more scattered corpus, mid-ring.
Those by the rims squadded up in an O:
"Look at the things thinking words could be spoken!"
"What are these words seeking things in mid-ocean?"
Howled: "Halve the sky till there's stones in a quotient!"

Later, in exile, we routed observed:
"This thing that has hit us emerged from a word.
There's no stone in a shoe quite like coming in third.
Though all has gone blank where we came from, we've heard."

"With you gone, we've shoved past mere words and their violence.
Look at these things that we've found in the silence!"
Read postcard emojis group-sent to our islands.

"Now that all's clear
There is nothing to hear!"
Echoed endlessly out of the others' screamed cheer.

These never listened.
Those never read.
Past that there isn't a thing to be said.