In narrow ways
i sit  threadbare and uncombed
my mouth shares bread
with a small soul mouse-like
and paper thin ribs
of concepts.
as pages flap
as auspicious  creatures…

must i speak
the most basic words
for my thoughts are small
run away words
through
bare windows
into fog and mist
rearrange your meanings
like mysterious sparrows
combine in the spirit of feathers…

familiar letters made alien
in your curios spelling
in ways outside my  throat
return
and i shall not
recognize you
mysterious lady
or the language
you have wrapped
in ceremony submerge the moonlight…

no matter how the wax
of my understanding recedes
falls as the candle merges
with an empty glass
for the words
seem to gleam
as they pass
through the rags of my soul
for a mouse only knows
when the trap springs
the solitary need to shiver…