In all things words

In all things words

Words cut into stone
the glyphs of a modern
a fish a star a rose
all emblems of life
that roll off the tip
of the tongue

Here the wind rose
raised a storm
before the waters
receded and calm
was restored

We are creatures
of the habits
built into time
and yet we rage
against the moon
We are flames
in the darkness
caught up
in a web of words
how one relates
to another

my whole life
answers so few
and far between
articulate silence
birth death
and all that lies
in between
one instance
after another
and love
a single syllable
in the blood
that drives us
to heaven
or to hell

John Lyons


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