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Nov 2011
words are bones of the dead
exhumed by mind or God or worms
to serve as the razorโ€™s edge
carving trenches along
tongues where words are hung on tips
of innocent cliffs above guilty shores
while dreams unravel their threads
to shed narratives even nightmares
fear to tread;
the labyrinth from ear to eerie
plunging fathoms beyond waves
into oceans without words
where context meets
space;meaning meets time
swirling currents


before your eyes

focusing your sight
into a thousand words
of blistering might illuminating
recesses with signs of life
clung fast to the boiling point
of excitement possessed by ecstasy
ebulliently freighting sweet air
to the surface
where the survey concludes
that pollution occludes all reasons
as to whether or not
the will mightโ€™ve brought
a word or two from
original thought.
Travis Dixon
Written by
Travis Dixon  San Francisco, CA
(San Francisco, CA)   
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   Katelyn Arnold
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