move me by Charlie Morgan
i'm sitting in your favorite spot
erasing all the words i just
wrote down.
afraid you'll see them, and
then
you'd know.
i'll still sit here, i just won't
harden with graphite these willowy
words that have their own reality,
their own timbre and temper.
words! so beautiful!
sometimes
so
useless; at length, we're like the Danards
on the river Styx
dipping water with sieves,
as we use our words
to carry our meaning to another.
alas. like Sisyphus, we still try.
02/28/2005 Posted on 02/28/2005 Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
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