11.vi.22
879
3.152
another
take
no
one has ever owned a word
no
one could ever keep one
a
kennel, a stable, a dictionary
words
unleash, they bolt, they burn
palaces
have been erected
the
committee, once formed, must succumb
this
is to tell a story
this
is to argue it out
to
fashion the shopping list
have
been at the beck
and
words call too
there
was a time approached truth
in
such manner
but
those old truths are gone
we
will be
and
last of us
a
testament
consisting
of you guessed it
it’s
by such means
a
lightbulb glow
warmth
of words
is
some magic and prank
your
pants are falling down
of
course a premeditation
the
place we commit to the crime
some
never thought before
as
much as to say
lead
weight of the past
plumbs
the blood
yet
a new word bobs up
in
the river rolls on
(just
a manner of speaking)
journey’s
end for mere illusion
one
has to imagine a sea of them
come
up against the horizon
you
think it
fair
breeze fills one’s sails
words
well ahead of us
and
follow up the rear
leviathan,
titanic too
words
always were I suspect
who’s
to say protozoa antics
are
not our metaphor?
who
will be chosen to speak?
say
worm, ear to ear
abstruse
are
in their own right
text
to be image
shall
I say ‘hilltop pinking’ –
you’re
there
found
at a pinch and itch
they
have made long study of us
come
with their own cobwebs
here
Helicon
finely
layered
take
trowel and brush
all
fossils to delve
any
we in our way
a lost language
consisting of anyone’s conjecture
always a lot of
pretending
use
abuse as you will
we
are far
from
possessing
the
grunt of assent
desperate
whisper
say
all sorts when possessed
waggle
in the spirit so
words
have and will
burst
into song
I
don’t think you’ll ever stop them
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