I
collect
letters to form
words/into sentences
phonically sound it out/loudly
making sense of it in my head, a speech
lauded from written lines/marching armada of
meanings. A Book which defines them, these ants of
artful communication,/ for when they are upon each other,
they build paragraphs/to pages,/pyramids of chapters telling a story
a creation of imagination/a documentary of salvation,/ a novel for you to
sit in your wonderment, to hit you like a pile of bricks these books in a library
they
began from
a tiny creature called a
letter, like an insect it colonizes
into a hive abuzz in activity & possibilities
grows the more it knows like pyramids erected in Egypt
beginnings from a grain of sand / thoughts and imagination and
questions /
musings stacked like stones on foundations,
to/find/a/home/in every/memory, louder/than thunder or/death
creating futures
I form
a world in a breath .... Letters into words take flight
from the hearth of my mind
from the heart in my breast
to the universe in your nest
the mysteries the gift of
t h e s e r e v e r i e s t a k e i t s
r e s t . . .
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