#2196 - let words fail

 

2196

7.3

3.i.26

to let words fail

for Stephanie Holt, after a line of hers

 

to find their way

find ours

 

words have led us thus far

 

out of the mists this magic

 

and where words fail

a face tells all

 

resort to colour, other lines

 

they, too, part of my day

 

words after all just thin slurry

 

paint dries, old marks show through

 

and heart?

that’s further

 

we go back to numbers

where we began

 

a song without – just wings

 

find a gesture

go back

think grunt

tickle

tantrum too

 

I am always preparing this escape

I’m at the stone with an old bent fork

chip and scratch, scratch, chip

dust piles

blow it off

 

these shapes of violence tend to mean

 

scrape further

the old words return

 

out there are the woods where things have no names

Alice, her fond fawn

he’ll flee

 

but the words are still running laps of my head

wind up in this treatise

 

the city collapses in a map

 

words fail me

they’re still here