Marble Mouth

Marbles spill from my mouth
when I try to speak
falling to roll
into shapes
on the landing

The absence of words
replaced by random patterns
on this floor

A strange censorship
to witness
though I still hear
the spooling in my ears
as another thought germinates
 
I try to decipher meaning
from the abstract assembly
of the gravity path
but my expertise
in symbology
is limited

I can only assume
this is the sorcerer's plan
to keep me silent.