I Could Write Words

that pause a tears tumbling or words that gods would rip from reality for none to repeat words that crumble under winds slip Yet i could write of eyeless Yeti's words that unfurl like a water dipped petal words of fear like a shadowed figures inhuman smile greeting from the top of the stairs words planely plain i always sit at the back of the plane ever heard of one reversing into a mountain with a whip of my wrist turn sword into words Words that peer from beneath tear stained fingertips as another blow lands next to my ear S --w -a n ---n --i ---n----------n-----k----n --g and s-----a-----i-----g into lines as the mist just misses the ink black still before the grey and the numb give birth to the static