Words Must Have Their Moment

I think that after all the words are said there will be nothing left inside the head except the deadened space of life’s vacuum smoke from an un-damped fires ash filled plume. The muse in full restraints is led away Its once enlightened fingers led astray unguided as they drift on whimsy’s wont a parched and broken wordless dried up fount. And yet within the darkness of such dread a longing for the words is slowly bred seeps into the stones of crumbling wealth enters the vacant minds with muse-like stealth. For words must have their moment, must be said to honor those who found their voice and led. John G. Lawless ©12/4/2022