Inversation
Letters are the pictures of my noise
Syllables are the images of my effort
To erase the silence of my presence
Words are pictures of my thoughts ... the wise
Hid them from the gallery's eyes. Tense,
I could not stay invisible. I escort
Them with meanings for the soft veil
From where I watch your face become
The bee laboring at the honeycomb.
So many words on a broken, broken sail.
Somewhere since Babel I seek my pentecost
A living soul from an innate lump return
And still the mountain before me prevails
Its impotence against my formidable host
Words, words are broken too when desire fails
And in my heart tornadoes churn, and churn
I must get past this, so surrender can be complete
I must not believe I am that I may be
I must think in the blind that I may see
The footprints my wisdom each day delete.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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