Friday, September 24, 2010



Wordlike fingers
touching my eyes and lips
emote my visions,
struggles for clarity,

Sights, sounds, smells
of memory
caught in endothermic
urging toward enlightenment,
musing entertainment.
We are the apes who speak
formalized syllables,
carry through centuries
in cuneiform or phonetic,
hold history in our hands.
Beyond words
we clutch or swing
brave emotion.
Caught like fireflies in a jar,
sending encoded signals
till light fades.
We hold, transmute, evolve,
learn to define.
My lips, my eyes immortalized
in metaphor, air upon ear,
tricks of the brain.

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