The Call of the Words
Like Jack London’s howling White Fang,
so, too, is the call of words,
words that howl in the resonating chambers
of mind’s memories, senses, pleasures and pains;
the no-memory of no-time, just this,
that speaks in the lub-dub of blood pulsing,
the inhale, exhale of never being quite sure
if there will be another one.
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