I collect letters to form words/into sentences phonically sound it out/loudly making sense of it in my head, a speech lauded from written lines/marching armada of meanings. A Book which defines them, these ants of artful communication,/ for when they are upon each other, they build paragraphs/to pages,/pyramids of chapters telling a story a creation of imagination/a documentary of salvation,/ a novel for you to sit in your wonderment, to hit you like a pile of bricks these books in a library they began from a tiny creature called a letter, like an insect it colonizes into a hive abuzz in activity & possibilities grows the more it knows like pyramids erected in Egypt beginnings from a grain of sand / thoughts and imagination and questions / musings stacked like stones on foundations, to/find/a/home/in every/memory, louder/than thunder or/death creature futures doubt
I form Worlds in a breath .... Letters into words take flight from the hearth of my mind from the heart in my breast to the universe in our nest the mysteries the gifts of W a r m r e v e r i e s T a k e i t s R e s t . I n . P e a c e .