Words and Beyond
Words and beyond and miles of fervor,
roads adorned with golden paint,
that encircle you and sing to you,
that have arms that reach out and
take you with them to their prophetic paradise,
to their home of warmth and compassion,
knowledge and lore, fantasy and the surreal,
into a story where you can feel its breath,
the story moving inside you
and directing your course,
dancing on your heart
and elevating your spirits,
taking you down the road on
a fiery steed with lofted hooves,
over rose gardens with whetted thorns
and angry rivers and lions’ dens,
words with other words attached to them,
that don’t strangle them but suggest some more,
that propel the mind and place it
into imaginary settings,
that sit you down upon them
so you can feel them
brushing against your cheek,
their texture, their color, their warmth,
their spirit, their subdued meaning,
their love affair with the sequential word,
the rhetoric that pushes you onto the next,
that instills in your heart a zest to go on and on
and beyond that one lonely word.
Words are not only words but a piston that
drives you on to the next word.
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