Apologies for taking so long to do a post
Word come small in the beginning
Grains, gleans and germination
And like some implausible queens
We lay in our chambered nests
Gloriously building a fantastic
crèche
Nurseries of word productiveness
To raise our potent larval scripts
But time will not allow us to
keep...
All the infants of prose we cherish
We have hatched too many words
They become a plague upon opinion
That rattles on crowded, cerebral
combs
Soaring thoughts that buzz and dance
Pressed together tight in rows of
chaos
They cannot all live here together
They are so many
And so they come to divide
They swarm in the hive mind
And briefly, ere they leave, see
them all...
Our last glimpse of honeyed wisdom
And then a mind splits its memories
And which memories exit
Fly into the white paper skies
As lay a kiss of grace upon
compassion
And those which stay to be evergreen
Ah, that is the question
That only time will tell later
When all my best stories are left
untold
