A Childs Letters

when all is a tangle of alphabet voiceless, unwound and looming what bits of sky shall we replace falling into place like forgotten speech puzzles of the mind the deepest fragments of blue cannot be numbered or spoken they have no number or symbol but themselves alone as I am alone approaching as a stranger approaches the song too lovely for the dance and though I as air should speak passing between your lips to digest the sun your eyes have given with the mathematics of stars I am measureless within you as time before the heartbeat of clocks I am a word alone without paper misspelled a child's letters on scattered blocks laid bare and inert formless as a scribble