September 12, 2010

That moment,
That ignition
Right there
And right then
Where, as soon,
The brain
Has through-ly thought it,
Out the mouth,
…Idea flows!??
– and as word?

What is “idea”?
Who here knows?

what is idea…

what IS

A thought?

What is held, and spun
Within the mind,
Before the tongue,
-With unknown magic-
Does unwind?

There is a clay,
More sacred than a word.
And of it’s wrought
Songs, by ears, unheard.

Unhearable, -In fact-
For thought -in kind-
In a wordless night.
of mind.

Now, does the moon
Reflect yesterdays,
Or tomorrow’s,


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