after a while there are only
sounds...
  or there are sounds put
to paper - words are sacrificed
on the altar...
but then there's
the elevation:
   a cardinal-woof!
           a pope-meow...
           there's god-pop...
   and a withering extension
of a silence...
               perhaps there's...
no paragraph in me...
           a must deciphering
history as no inheritence...
    but a constipation...
                 forever
rummaging at the roots
forever ruining an add-on.