A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
you remind after you speak response not necessary words imply meant for ears to receive information entertained retained never be inferred never echo back newly translated something loses in that relay shadows fall flat on the face of an angel that does not smile back does not smile down upon me with love's light you remind after this life responses not necessary words I employ implore ears to receive information unnecessary aimless echo back only in my reimagination of you, me and what could be if I could just find an avenue to your heart to the center of your beautiful mind roll up the sleeves fight for you? Where is my reason to try? Tired Tongue no longer hefts volumes of re-imagined tomes of Anglo-saxonized unharmonized words transcribed, redescribed to an indifferent one who steals sun for their own light beams down to any that will surround a fool in shelter seeks the underground seeks time to consider purpose, love, your words and wonder where you are that you employ speech and say nothing at all but what someone apparently needs to hear and about the self worth of souls seeking salve and made you their master How threatening it must be to lose a follower to one who has so few what it must mean to know another will come along building my mounds with words on your shore crash your words tides tall that rush in rush out and take out entire towns of sentences paragraphs of novels forming to appease the sun the villagers must feel helpless not like ants already rebuilding beneath a cloudless sky for their master, sun the others unworthy move away, move to brick and mortar structures of the mind and look back and wonder about the very heart of one, for one instant, never reconsider he builds stronger, better and faster with each thought that does not appease master and know now he builds the right way builds for them builds monuments he can pride in and all because of you who won't get due when one day... oh, yes one day it all crumbles an avalanches of sticks, grass and limestone washed out to the tides of time bankrolled dreams sink in sand deep under hearts flourish some fill with wonder others break dreamer's suicide will not confide to those indifferent few who use it as fuel to kill again and again to build monuments of flesh unto themselves. 4.14.23 |