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just one
word
it came back
and in no time
found us where we were needed
words do require us
each is a kind of habitation
and they congregate as well
they’re human
and yet
have you ever come under
the spell of one word?
some think they’re really someone
mostly though…
doesn’t every sign make some sound?
grit and gist
in the word a picture
in the picture – time
imagine the first of all
spoken and gone
we are not going to get that back in a hurry
but it’s like that with every word
conditions must be right
are you listening?
there are all sorts
instance
a word under cover
spoken against
in a hot
moment
a quick word
nothing really meant
a word by the way
the odd instruction
opus set off
one word oeuvre
one word leads to another
to thing
there’s the frame again
conversation consisting of words
you could say
or come about by song
and all of them under the sentence of breath
doomed as each is to expire
each word with
its own relentless truth
fierce, abandoned
as any
and duty bound
think one of them fighting words
loose like the canon
and some reprise
yes, they must be thought
no accidents there
speech parts with us all
think of a word from one to ten
and that’s how long you’ve got
such word a trick of whimsy
one to shape the mouth
often forgotten
but tip of the tongue
they ask me what language that is
I have to admit –
make it up on demand
you just have to say the word
