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∴

words are promises
no matter how minuscule or concise

they bind in the mind
pictures and possibilities

they build and break and recycle old structures

while so many words flutter around
like leaves in a whirlwind,
less than a few
– carefully selected –
can alter the course of our lives.

they do not reverse
they do not recant
they make holes like nails

and even when removed

leave marks

and no water lays over the gap

 

words do not escape
they are dutiful to cages
and if not released

can never be known

 

beautiful beasts
mastered by muscle:

inspired in the heart
and formed at the tongue
calling hands and feet into motion.

 

how many words have we said to each other?
how many more words are wanting?

i am speaking them all

can you hear?

∴

 

 

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