Kit Kelen #793 - my word/s

793

words (again) / my word/s

words fell to us once

where we had none

it's how they were given

imagine limbs, unmeaning, turned

and often out to reach

or simply trying

cots are barred

languages were lost in them

and tribes to the abyss

blessings, charms and curses thus

the history of who we are

a few streets I haunted

and here was my bath

I scribbled

stray pages of the stuff

heard all that was said

the word of one invisible

and yet to be pronounced

the better-let's-not-say

suppose

surprise!

it's all your birthday

truth has had this form

phrase up to it

best pun

it's all with little cogs in mind

we run

by heart

it's all of this to be in a skin

and breathe

and venture forth by limb

and having heard and hummed

so sing

and at the strings

for all you're worth

not living here

but last of all

in a place where time stops

we begin the tomb

all mind's eye now

the scratch as at paper

whom we picture

becomes of the past

the cruel time comes to each of us

when we may turn away from that face

where love was known at first

colour fades

but the voice is full

even as it's their words we speak