A Living Word
A living word needs no other voice
than that of its own. Truth, articulates
a resonance-universe – though the ear
hears only what it wants, a chamber of
both personal and foreign echoes.
The eyes and mouth often
myopic twos, mouth mouthing
opposites from like sides, upper lip
that can rise shaping wings, and drift,
not always for kisses preparing, but the
flight also a chance for the heart to lift
and follow – our greater nature one
to hearken and travel....
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