words create worlds
But listen- (The sound of movement, the pitch of highest wave) The frail sound of truth The noisiness of lies Sit in the silence of your soul then ask (In voiceless love, in nightly space) For suns to shine and moons to glow (Into the human mirrors of thyself) Into the light you are. Then
Should I be tasting your inner feast or rainy waves of green and blue, (Buried alive, sunk in my eyes, still fighting, yes, against the brute), should I prefer effervescence to heavy liquids of abyss (the flame inside the stony heart your endless thoughts dismiss) when the silenced mirror breaks in outward light (your margins
Worlds of Words 