ripples of choppy waters
and glowing reflections
hide the river's depth.


ahhh...such is the printed word
to its full, worldly meaning.


flat words on paper with no lustre, no texture
when sent forth to rasping pharynx and larynx
from the hot, living breath of lungs, itself
carried by the aim of the medulla's limbic finger-point




will, at length, come
to rest on your ears
and my hope begins.

04/11/2003

Posted on 04/11/2003
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