It takes two and preferably some place for settling down to administer its ways. Concurrent voices condoning each line which voices offer to be tried for size concatenate the assemblage of lines that with the swell and tonal foam must rise to culminate outside two tongues at points a space apart or celebrating joints .
What each man says is to each man his voice (in each man lurks an echo not his voice ) what one recalls another has forgotten where one discards another stakes his view what each man makes from what he has begotten let each man owe to every man as due !
There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time
It was astounding sitting under the stars, the words were set free out of all bars, emotions and feelings were ready to pour, as if someone had opened long awaited doors. There was so much to share and speak, which
When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning