Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Words all lose their faces,
lose their sound and place in time that falls
across the first and silent word,
which comes inside.

Comes, small, speaking sounds that linger
till we come outside.

So we enter; yet also we linger,
made like small worlds, as was the first one.
Small, yet filled with equal measure
till that measure fills the whole.

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