Fallen Words have scattered souls
Of Language itself or the meanings
Of Language itself or the meanings
I couldn’t say
Silent under the pressing tide of all
I couldn’t say
Failing to find the tread line linking word to word
I weary in the isolation
Points of no pattern or form
How do humans articulate
So removed each from each
The blessed count on one finger those
To whom they can explain themselves
Whitman’s spider launching filament filament filament
Non-infinite filaments
Depleted cease to launch
Warum habe ich wieder kommen
The untraveled world has been traveled
I too strove with gods
I search the eyes for others
Who walked the realm of the damned
We know ourselves
It must show in my eyes
What they have seen all shun
Unclean
Concealed lepers walk among you
Whom will you receive?
He who does it for the least of these...
The formerly damned
The least of these
Fallen Words prevent explaining of ourselves
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January 19, 2012
