Words
The journey was traitorous to the top of his world
So long he had tried to speak in words all encompassing
Pleading crying laughing in syllables to travel across
Lands and dimensions and colors and shapes.
to cause vibrations along waves his sole aim
As he stood his coat assailed by the high winds
Shrouded in the icy rains of highest peaks
He turned to all points arms extended in prayer.
Poet of the unheard voices, unfelt emotions
Yet to be written stories of sweet pain and ecstasies
He twirled as if a dervish in a rapid trance
If only the body would join with the invisible realm.
Every fiber spoke a song of mysterious vocal cords
Waves emanated from the strange vision
Blurring what he was once into what he hoped to become
Refuged inside the walls of a concrete self he could at last escape
One with the original emulsions of an aging universe
Moving away with the light of planets, moons, comets and galaxies
The infinite voice would perhaps reach the prey he sought
Somewhere, everywhere present in dimensions known or not.
He screamed upon the heights of the world he mastered
Despairing of ever making contact with what he needed most
Offering all he could muster of the fragile self
To the echo of a hope he must never cease to nurture.
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