clamor & thrum
words
whirling inside this head
a cranial diversion
turns from anything I dread
they are in coercion
words
distant and different music
moving to another beat
a dimensional fusing
in synaptic heat . . .
words
language apart for me
from that droning external
cacophony; colored brightly
the kaleidoscope internal . . .
words
molecules from heaven, surely
Angels whispering ancient rhyme
mirth and tears, distilling purely
to this flowing gift of poesy which I believe Divine . . .
kecline / 04-96