Wednesday, May 18, 2011

on what I've forgotten

In hand, in mind, in thought

Words are power

Push out the mouth

maybe

sting your tongue or

stain the page -

never innocuous as they seem

or we seem

Words confine thoughts

Define thoughts

Become ways in which

We hide thoughts

Re-align, re-combine

Extrapolate and refine

thoughts.

Our thoughts.

No dead thing, never is a word

A meaning breathlessly spelled onto page

Spelled into being

Spelled into freeing

Us

Who

We

are never quite as we seem.

Words are illusion

But I believe in the unseen

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